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In 1995 we had the benefit of a Commodore64 OS which allowed us to save so much time that we’d also be able to consume mass amounts of weed and beer, find time to make a personal take-home pie, yuk it up with friends and their moms on the phones taking orders and still make sure every land pirate went on their merry way by 11pm; just in time to kick it into 4th gear.
ARRRRRRRRR!!!
Waht?! I can't be captain obvious?! Everyone else can. Why not me?Quote:
Originally Posted by riser4
I thought you were Rear Admiral ObviousQuote:
Originally Posted by old goat
A captains rank is beneath your status
I don't know about the map. When I was delivering pizza I was the only one who used a map and the only one who didn't continually get lost and deliver cold pizza for no tips. Also I didn't light the sterno in the hot box and set my car on fire. Do not overestimate the intelligence of pizza delivery guys.Quote:
Originally Posted by BmillsSkier
SB's mushroom thread amuses me. There's another thread already, but he posts in his own... and apparently is the only one that posts in it.
Amusing... :D
If I'd just put SJG on ignore too the thread would be even better.Quote:
Originally Posted by skaredshtles
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That's *exactly* what I saw when I opened that thread. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by John_B
One of my co-workers would leave dog gates open if someone didn't leave a tip. People who we knew didn't tip would have their order left for the next driver to take (there were only 2 drivers per shift at one place i worked) and he might leave it for the same guy again too. A game of hot potato. The guy who answered the door naked every day - he definitely got his sandwich very late every time but now I think he liked the anticipation of us coming to to the door. And I definitely stole slices when literally starving on the massive pizzas where you could rearrange the pie and not even notice a thin slice was missing.Quote:
Originally Posted by old goat
Petty vengeance was a delivery driver tradition although drivers are much nicer these days.
A delivery guy I knew left pizzas on the nearest street corner. He didn't get many tips. Or last long in the job. Controlled substances were involved.
Why are they called “controlled substances”?
I think uncontrolled substances is far more logical. Legally as well as psychologically
I must look really white cause I’m at this Mexican restaurant tonight and ask for hot sauce, and they guy brings me out medium salsa. I had to steal a bottle of tapatio off another table
A friend of mine only called tapatio “uncle snacky.” Tapas=snacks and tio=uncle. Amused me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Supermoon
I took this yesterday after a long conversation with a woman at a merch table and I noticed a 35mm dragon sculping her hip. I asked, and she was more than willing to show me and confess that, she too, had brought some film to the show, even while she worked but didn't pull it out; majored in photography back in the day, and all that nonsense we could say to each other ad nauseam.
She, like me, has lived an incredible life, but damn, I should have given her my number and not just run back and spoke about the light and iso and me not being able to take a film shot of it and just getting it on my phone. Her dog was cool as shit as well, a 4 year old healer who had a kissing/boundary issue. Too bad she lives in Bailey.
Dreams found and shattered, that is what amuses me on the daily.
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The old timers up in Yeoman were already convincing her to camp up there for the night for free, and I told her to take their recommendation. I've lost my mojo for so many in's. But, what a great soul to meet at a liver down the river show.
As the kids say #IFKYK
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I was on a road trip a week or so ago and, very long story short, found myself with my friend trying to grab a last minute dinner to camp cook with. I thought some ramen would be a nice finish to a kimchi dog. I grabbed the tonkatsu, he grabbed the Tapatio ramen. When I poured the water in to cook it, and let it steam, I was like this is an awesome finish. He's like, this ain't ramen.??Quote:
Originally Posted by zion zig zag
I asked him what part of the guy with the big Mexican hat and ramen did you not understand? He admittedly did not have his glasses on and just grabbed the cup that he could read that said Ramen. Good times. We laughed a lot. I did drive 21 straight hours in a loud slow 1st gen cummins after that. FACT.
We also had the sense to cut a sliver off multiple pies, undetected. Taking a whole slice off one pie is bush league.Quote:
Originally Posted by BmillsSkier
I just poached a little dough from each pizza crust before it went on the pan and made a big pizza for the staff at the end of the night. The owner only inventoried crusts, not toppings and no one ever complains about a slightly thinner/crispier crust so it worked well.Quote:
Originally Posted by bagtagley
I only worked at one pizza place ever, but we certainly didn't have to poach slices or poach bits of dough to eat pizza.
word.
Yeah, during my brief stint as a high school employee of Dominos I don't think anyone ever blinked twice at making food for ourselves. It was a really loosely run operation though that closed down not long after I moved on to the greatest job ever, lifeguard at a second-tier waterpark with a 44-10 female to male guard ratio, so maybe the issue was us?
We'll never know.
My college run at delivering pies was for a place called Checkers. We had a pie made for workers, whatever ya felt like. Owner figured if we were gonna get mugged or shot, it should be on a full stomach.
He was a biker. We figured it was a drug front but who cared?
I was driving a '78 280Z with a broken exhaust. That pizza bag worked perfectly under the low hatchback. Fucking roaring around campus delivering cheap pies was fun. The occasional rough neighborhoods we traded out. Tips were good back then.
I got to eat fake orders, of which there were plenty. Little Caesars called them on us, we called them on Little Caesars. The boss and his wife were both 30 something Italian immigrants. Sunday was big for spaghetti with red meat sauce that the boss' wife made. When we ran out we gave the customers Ragu from the grocery store.
It amuses me to mess with outspoken homophobes. They spew hate, so much hate for something that has absolutely nothing to do with them. So I come at them as a horny gay man and watch them literally melt themselves into oblivion.
It’s fucking glorious. I really amuse myself sometimes. Fuck these hateful people.
I’m also amused I can’t seem to get kicked off twitter, I’m really trying. There’s nothing you can’t say there. Nothing.
^^^ I like the cut of your jib, sailor. Mind if I push in your stool?