I think it was my first or maybe the second night that I was delivering solo, and it was a busy night. I had two separate orders to deliver, and I went to the nearest one first – obviously!
The hardest part of the job is delivering to apartments. Houses are usually easier, unless you end up in a dark neighborhood and the house number and the actual house are both the same color or dark colors, or they don’t leave the porch light on. People! Drivers use Google Maps and GPS, but we don’t have night vision goggles, OK?
Anyway, I was saying that I drove to the nearest location and it was mobile homes or as I want to call it a trailer park. There were about 30 trailers, and they all had a the same address, but different trailer numbers. I was looking for number 7. There were three different entrances and not all trailers had numbers or at least they were not visible. I tried to find it and couldn’t.
At this point, I was a tad scared, but more frustrated. So, I found a street light, and looked at the delivery slip. Fucking great! It was a new customer and it was a cash order. I called the phone number on the delivery slip… “the number you have dialed does not exist.” Oh crap! Now I was scared. It had all the elements of a suspicious order and I was the driver. (Remember when I told you we spoke too soon earlier?)
I tried to keep calm and dialed again. This time, it went to Google voicemail. No fucking way I was going to spend any more time in this sketchy neighborhood. So, I called my manager to explain the situation and see what should I do. While I was talking to him, a voicemail came in and it was the customer. So, I called him back, and it went to fucking voicemail again….but after few seconds he answered:
- Me: Hi. This is Joe, your pizza delivery driver. I’m in your neighborhood, but I’m having a hard time finding your “home” (more like a fucking trailer, I tried to be respectful, because I love my life)
- Him: Did you…
- Me: Yes, I took this street and turned…
- Him: Did you listen to me?
- Me: Sorry Sir.
- Him: LISTEN TO ME! Take the second entry.
- Me: Okay Sir. I just turned in to the second entry on my left.
- Him: OK. Now there is bump.
- Me: Yes I can see that.
- Him: Past that.
- Me: Just did.
- Him: You just passed me.
- Me: Sorry about that, but where are you? (It was so fucking dark)
Finally, I saw a gal waving at me. So I took off, and ran toward the door. I apologized for delay and started to give her the orders. Oh Shit! While I was giving her the pizzas, I remembered that I left my windows and door open, the car was running and keys were in it, my cell phone was in there too – these were all the things they told us NOT TO DO in those stupid training videos and I did them all in that sketchy neighborhood – fucking great!
I could feel cold sweat running on my back. I was thinking that I wasn’t going to make it out alive and I wasn’t going to see my family again, so I started to review all of the good times I had had…
She handed me the signed ticket, and I grabbed it and ran to my car. Ooffff! It was still there…my beautiful, sexy car was still there – I’m a fucking survivor! As soon as I turned on to the main street and was sitting at a red light, I checked the ticket because I was curious how much she tipped me… $0.00 You know what? I didn’t even care, I had made it out of there alive.
P.S.: I have a dashcam and I had a video and the whole phone conversation recorded with the guy. Alas, by the time I wrote this blog, the video was overwritten. It would have been a hilarious addition to this post. Maybe I could even sell it to the pizza chain and they could have used it as a real life training example.