Delivery Girl

Some would think that I could be a man’s fantasy come true…an erotica writer delivering pizza…but not tonite. :plain:

You see, as a way to help out at work I offered to be the “on call” delivery driver for Saturday and Sunday nights for three hours. If they need me, they call, I live 5 mins from the restaurant so it’s all good. They called tonite, I dashed over and picked up four orders to deliver. Half a block from the restaurant I realized that the first order was a debit one, and I didn’t have a debit machine, so I whipped back and left that one for the other driver.

I found my way pretty easily to the first place and rushed up the the building door. (I rushed because as a manager I know what it’s like to get the phone calls when deliveries are late and people are hungry and grumpy.) Apt 103. ok. I look at the buzzer panel … it’s a number pad like the ones on the phone. I dial 103…and it rings and rings…and I get a recording from the phone company. I redial…ring …ring…same recording. I run back out to my car for my cell phone and dial the phone number on the bill. A man answers.

“Hi, this is Sasha. I’m in your lobby with your pasta but I can’t get the buzzer to work.”:confused:
I’m sorta laughing when I say this because I’m flustered and really don’t want this guy to yell at me for being late.
“You must be at the wrong entrance. There’s two entrances, go outside and try the other one.”
“But this is the door, the buzzer’s right here. It’s just that every time I dial I get a Telus recording.”
“It’s an old system. It must be acting up. I’ll come let you in.”
“Old? Huh, it looks brand new.” :rolleyes:
He says something about that being wrong. “Wait a minute, you’re in the lobby? You must be in the wrong building.”
I step outside and look up at the building number.
“Oh shit! I am at the wrong place.” :O I woulda slapped myself in the forehead but my hands were full of food. “I’m sorry, I’m not the normal driver, I’m a bit lost.”:blush:
He says he’s in a grey building. I see it, directly ACROSS THE STREET. How I messed up I have no clue.

That was #1.
#2
I was sweating a bit by this time, cuz I was keeping the heater on in my car to keep the food warm and I find my way easily enough to the next address. It says BACK DOOR on the bill. So I turn to go down the alley to get to the back door…and my car gets stuck on the ice. :crazy:
The roads here are really bad when we’ve had so much freezing rain and such, ice, and lots of ruts from tires driving in the same place. It can get pretty bad. So I try to get my car to move…no luck. I call the phone number on the bill…to make sure I’m at least in the right alley.
Customer says I am. “Yes, I can hear you right outside.”
me:”Yeah, I’m stuck on the ice.”
He comes to meet me at the door and offers to come help me push my car out. No luck with this.:plain:
Two ladies walking their dog see us and come help.:)
Doesn’t work.:angry:
So the guy I was delivering to gets in my car. (he was smaller than me so we switched.) I pushed, he drove, my car moved. :hehe:
I thanked the ladies. Tried to tell the guy his pasta was free for the trouble. he wouldn’t let me go with out a tip though. Some people are so nice and understanding. 🙂

#3. The last one.
I find it easily. Nice big new building. Walk into the LOBBY, see the same type keypad the first place had. (Yes, the wrong place.) I dial the apartment number. Nothing. :confused:
Not even any ringing. I look around for instructions for the intercom. None. try again. Nothing. Trot back to my car, grab cell phone. Dial phone.
“Hi, this is Sasha. I’m in your lobby with your pasta but I can’t get the buzzer to work.” Deja Vu.
“O.k. I’ll be right there.”
Wow!
Young guy comes and opens door. “Sorry about that,” he says, smiling.
“Are you not allowed to give out the code?”
“Oh no, it’s not that. We don’t actually have a code yet.” He hands me some money and trots off…leaving me dumbfounded.
I guess it’s just expected that all pizza delivery drivers will carry a cell phone with them, even if there is no note on the bill about the intercom not working and to call when the delivery gets there.

I get back to the restaurant and learn that custmer #1 has called to complain about the driver being “rude and swearing.” Okay. Yes, I swore. One word. AT MYSELF for being such an idiot!! The guy laughed when I was on the phone with him. And I was NEVER rude. It takes alot to make me be rude to a customer. (It’s the years of living off my tips, and experience as a manager. Rude doesn’t get you anywhere.) I apologised for swearing…I admit..it wasn’t the most professional thing to do…but the guy laughed with me…so I didn’t think anything of it. When the manager on duty called him back…he was happy with a credit for 50%.
Figure that. :satisfied:

Anyway. I think it’s safe to say that as a delivery driver…I suck. And NOT in the way you’d think an erotica writer would. 😉