(as seen at the evil empire, but I just had to liberate it)
So, uh… what’s your pizza-disaster story, y’all? I’ll go first.
Me, I used to deliver for Domino’s, and it was tonnes more fun than I’d imagined. First order of business was getting myself this freakin’ awesome powered-spotlight that plugged in to the cigarette lighter in my car, nominally so as to throw a spotlight on street addresses, at need. But hoh-my-god, that sucker was fun to play around with in general.
Also, like Ed Grimley, “I must say” that the tips were unusually good, to supplement the standard shit-wages of a delivery-boy. This was in 1990 btw, so wow… 36yrs ago, now. Tempus fugit, nonne?
Anyway, my most awkward encounter ever was the time I made a delivery, placed the pizza directly in to the man’s hands, and… for whatever reason(s) he dropped it. Right in front of me. Right between us. Probably one of the earliest scammers I ever dealt with, but it was hella embarrassing and awkward, dammit. I sure as heck didn’t know what to do or say…
How about you. Got anything…?
Huh. I put garlic salt on my crust, but it’s not a pretzel rock salt. Maybe it’s the size of the grain. Or the lack of garlic.
Also different people have different salt preferences. My family can’t get enough
i think you tell a lie. everyone likes things the way i like things (the same way your family does, lots of salt. and garlic.)