Story time: I get a delivery that is way, way out of area. I usually like those. I like the long drives on country roads. I like to see the farms (right now they're harvesting the corn and the broken stalks and chaff everywhere reminds me of "The Hollow Men" by e. e. cummings). I plug the address into my phone and am surprised upon arrival to see a keypad gate guarding the neighborhood. I check my delivery slip for a gate code. Nothing. Ok, I'll call them. No reception. Hmmmm, I'll keep trying. Nothing. Tried calling the store which seemed to work. Asked Stoner Manager to call them for the gate code but he knew the gate code (thanks for putting it in the notes section, ass!). Got through (cell reception resumes working the second I'm through the gates). Get to the door and hear a lady nagging her husband about something and then nagging him for continuing to argue when she had to go to the door and get the pizza. She handed over a $2 tip. As I walk back to my car, pissed because of the shitty tipping I notice the lisense on their truck says "HUK KUM" which obviously is for "hook 'em" but I choose to believe that they have a farm dog named Huk (because I know that poor nagged husband sure isn't getting any).
- Getting $6 from crazy dogshow people. I love delivering to the dogshows if only because I can see that even my future life as a crazy-cat-lady will be not as crazy as them. They really didn't find my "I take my tips in puppies" joke to be funny. Maybe they thought I wanted to steal their yippy dogs.
- Day Driver apparently smoked his weight in weed Saturday night because he was still fucked up when he finally made it in at almost 1 on Sunday (he was scheduled at 12:30)
- A parent answered the door and had her kids praying in the corner as punishment. I won't get into this other than to say that this pisses me off in ways that I can't briefly express in words.