Her shift started on a bad note but somehow ended with being her best night ever. Content has been edited for clarity purposes.
Night Shift
“I was a 55-year-old lady delivery driver. Had been doing it for four years or so at the time. This happened 10+ years ago, so some of the particulars are a bit fuzzy, but I clearly remember it was a horrible night and was probably the worst night I had ever had.
The teenagers making pizzas were messing up. We were shorthanded. Addresses and phone numbers were wrong. Had to do a couple of redeliveries due to the wrong pizza toppings. The phone kept ringing and no one was answering so I had to delay delivering to answer the phone. It was busy and the team had trouble keeping up. It was just a truly bad night.
It was getting close to closing and I had one delivery left. I was so looking forward to going home and chilling. Basically, I was ready to forget this night.
There were three or four pizzas on the order and it was going to an address I had never been to before. I hate new customers because you never know how nice or rude they might be. I got to the house in less than four minutes, thankful it was close to the shop. There was a bunch of cars in the driveway and parked in front of the house. Cool, a party.
I went into the open garage since that was where the party was. I put on my customer service smile and I heard, ‘HEY, GIRL! How are you doing?’
As I looked over, I recognized the guy, it was one of my favorite regular customers. Mr. Favorite Regular then proceeded to wave me over with a Budlight in his hand.
He said, ‘Hey everyone, this is the best driver from pizza place! Here, have a drink.’
Now, this was not the first drink I had been offered when delivering, but it was the first drink I ever accepted. I got to meet Mr. Favorite Regular’s brother and all their friends and family, and all of them welcomed me like my butt was made of gold. I guzzled that drink like a man lost in the desert for three days guzzles water. There was joking, hugging, backslapping, and then another drink appeared in my hand, and there was lots and lots of laughing.
It was absolutely wonderful, but alas I had to get back to the shop. I was worried I might get stopped by our local officers with the smell on my breath, so I said my goodbyes, hugged Mr. Favorite Regular and some of my new friends and headed back to my car.
I parked on the side of the street in front of the driveway, but my car was gone! Oh, no. I left the keys in the car and some suckface stole it. Then I looked back toward the party and they were all standing in front of the garage laughing their butts off.
Why? Someone snuck out of the party and moved my car a block down the road. And these knuckleheads thought they were hilarious.
And they were right. I laughed my golden butt off all the way to my car as I gave them the double bird they so richly deserved.”
