Random Horror Stories From Pizza Delivery Person (23 items)

• (#1) A Real Life Kidnapping

  Posted by u/enoughpizzanow:

  I’d been having a really busy night, non-stop back and forth, without any time to even pause and take a leak.

  I’d been so busy that I wasn’t really thinking about bathroom breaks. But we’re also going through a bit of a heat wave in our area, so I’ve been drinking copious amounts of water.

  All of a sudden as I was driving to this particular delivery, the urge to go hit me. Like, things went from 0 to 60 in an instant. Thankfully I was close to the customer so could get this one over with quickly. Or so I thought.

  I pulled up to the house, and it was an area I’d delivered in before, so I could immediately see that something wasn’t right. All the lights were off in the house, not even the glow of a television or anything. It was extra apparent because the streetlight closest to the door happened to be out of order. And on top of it all, the block was dead quiet.

  This is a big university area, and obviously there aren’t many student renters in July, but there had to be at least one person, because someone ordered this pizza.

  Maybe they just liked sitting in the dark or they were out back in the yard, whatever, I just didn’t want to get out of my car and knock on a quiet house in the middle of the night (around 9:30pm) without first checking that I had the correct address and the customer was inside.

  It was scorching that night, even after sundown. My car’s A/C is a joke, and the piping hot pizzas don’t help things much, so I have to try and open the car door as infrequently as possible to keep any cool air in.

  I called the number the customer provided and the voice on the other end said, kind of brusquely and out of breath, “Yah?” I just tried to keep it clear and concise, “Hey, it’s your pizza out front but there doesn’t appear to be anybody home?” And the customer replied, still gasping for air, “Yah, I’m not home.”

  I had to pee so badly by that point that I was much less patient than I’d otherwise be with a customer right out of the gate, “Well, then we’re going to have to terminate the order, because I’ve arrived in the stated delivery window and you were supposed to pay in cash, so, I don’t know what to tell you. Plan ahead next time.”

  I instantly regretted letting my bladder do the talking for me as the voice on the other end came through more clearly as a young, bubbly, and very distraught girl who couldn’t have been older than 20 or 25.

  “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I was running down the street so I could barely hear you!” She cried, “I just switched you out of my AirPods. Is that better? Sorry, I completely lost track of time at work, but I knew you were coming, that’s why I’m literally running home right now. Please don’t leave, I’m starving and I don’t have a car. Seriously, please don’t leave. Five minutes tops, ok?”

  I know what it’s like to be hungry, and running late, and have no car but not live near any restaurants. Plus when I heard her voice I began to remember more specifically having delivered to this place a couple times before, and she’d always been perfectly nice. Now I felt bad for snapping at her. I tried to walk it back, while simultaneously looking out my window for potential spots to pee.

  “No, no, my bad, I’m letting the heat get to me and it’s not your fault. No need to rush. See you when you get here.” I hung up and, while surveilling the street, was starting to think I was really out of luck.

  All the other houses had people in them, and were close together, so there were no clumps of trees or out of the way patches of land or anything. Of course I had just tossed my empty water bottle at the last delivery, because I’m an idiot.

  Finally, I decided it was escalating to the point of an emergency, and the safest bet was to use a bush in front of the woman’s house. She wasn’t home. The street light was out so no one would see me. The people who were home were inside. My car was parked across the street and we’re a small shop who don’t wear uniforms, so if someone did spot me, they’d have no way to connect me to my employer. Animals pee outside all the time, humans are animals... this is fine.

  I scurried over to the tallest bush in her front yard. She didn’t really have much of a yard, more just a walkway lined with bushes and flowers that ran adjacent to her front door. The biggest cluster of bushes, the only one where I could be sure there would be no visible splatter on the side of the house, was about four feet from her door.

  I looked both ways, unzipped, and let fly. After the initial millisecond of relief, I noticed the sound was way off, more like pissing on something solid than something leafy.

  I started panicking, thinking I’d aimed wrong. But once I start, I can’t stop mid-stream, so I kept squinting into the darkness to see if maybe I was hitting a key rock or something and could just move a few inches over. Instead, all of a sudden, I heard a way more concerning noise. A deep voice exclaiming, “What the f*ck?”

  And before I could turn around, assuming I’d been caught by a neighbor, a man came leaping out of the bushes.

  He blew by me, brushing my golden shower off him as did. He spit pretty emphatically on the ground, so I think I might’ve beaned him right in the face. I didn’t see where he went after a few paces but, though this next part is kind of a blur, I do think I remember hearing a car screech out from a bit further away after a minute.

  I’d gotten some night vision by that point so I was able to make out his height, build, and outfit, but only the most general details of each.

  I was in such shock that I didn’t even put my dick away. I just stood there trying to figure out what had happened. The reality was so terrifying that my mind refused to accept it, and impulsively searched for a reasonable explanation that could make everything ok.

  I thought, “Could these bushes lead to some backyard area and just looked like they were against the house? Could they have been obscuring an open window?”

  My inner voice was desperately screaming “Bruh that man was wearing a hoodie in 90 degree weather. That was a bad man. You’re in a bad situation.”

  But the very idea that I was within inches of a guy who would be hiding in bushes at all, let alone in front of a young woman’s house at night, just wasn’t something I was ready to grapple with yet. I was coping by not coping.

  My fight or flight response totally failed me at that point, because my dumb *ss did the absolute last thing I should have done, and approached the bushes to try and validate this “There must have been a good reason for a man in a hoodie to be behind these bushes in the middle of the night.” theory.

  So I walked over to the side, turned on my phone flashlight, and tried to peer around the line of shrubbery.

  Pro tip, as scary as things may look in the dark, seeing them with a single beam of your flashlight can sometimes make it even worse. That’s when I saw the bag.

  There was a tattered drawstring bag sitting behind the bushes. Slightly splashed with pee. But I was in such a moronic daze from shock that I groped around for it thinking “See? This is it, this will explain why he was back here.”

  It explained it. Once I maneuvered it over and pulled it open I saw a sharp knife, a roll of duct tape, and a bottle of pills. The delusions officially broke at that point and all the adrenaline, endorphins, and self preservation instincts that had been suppressed kicked in ten times over.

  I became whatever the opposite of dazed is. More laser focused than I have ever been in my life, with one singular goal: “Get back to my car.”

  I dropped the bag, booked it across the street, got in my car, and slammed the pedal to the floor before the door was even all the way closed. I went as far as I could as fast as I could until I hit a red signal, then I pulled off to the side and realized I shouldn’t be driving anymore than necessary in the condition I was in.

  I pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour drug store and took a breath. I was finally calm and coherent enough to zip up and formulate a plan of action.

  My first lucid thought was “Who do I call first, the police or the girl whose house that was?” I thought about it for what couldn’t have really been more than ten seconds, but felt like an hour, and decided “Ok. I am in my locked car with the engine running. If trouble starts, I can drive away. I know somethings up, she might not, she needs to know not to keep walking in that direction.” But as I was dialing her number, it occurred to me, “What if there was no girl?”

  I thought I remembered delivering to that house before, but what if I was wrong? What if the girl on the phone was just a decoy to get me there to rob me, or worse?

  Every pizza guy on the planet has seen the Evil Genius documentary by now, so I thought “She called me all out of breath. She wasn’t home. The whole thing was off, can’t risk it, I’ll start with the cops.”

  I called 911, the operator was very helpful in keeping me calm, because I was a complete wreck by this point. He kept assuring me that someone would be there soon.

  I kept telling them they had to get there before the girl did, but I was trying to express three thoughts at once, and really damaging my own credibility. It came out more as:

  “You’ve got to save this girl because he wasn’t after me I was just delivering a pizza. Unless they were after me, in which case there might not be a girl, but I talked to one on the phone, so then you should find that girl because they used her to lure me there. But if she’s real she doesn’t know about the guy, who was also real, and there could be more guys if there’s actually a girl, and you know what? Even if there isn’t a girl there might actually be more guys. I only checked one part of the bushes so I don’t actually know. But we’ll know which guy is the one I saw because I pissed all over him, you know. I didn’t mean to, this was back when I thought the girl was real but not home, but she might be real so you really need to find her if she is because the guy was real—“

  Finally they basically just asked me to stop talking and stay on the line. But that was when I saw an incoming call from the customer. I couldn’t answer it without disrupting my 911 call, so I just ignored it.

  But then she sent me this text like, “Hey I’m here, don’t see you?” I told 911 she was there and they said officers were only minutes away. But who knows how long that meant? Especially after I’d given such a scattered account of the events in my panic.

  I just felt overwhelmed with guilt. Because my rational mind said the odds of her being a decoy girl for some large scam targeting pizza guys were low and the odds of her being the intended victim of a predator were high.

  So I put my 911 call on mute (where I can hear them but they can’t hear me) and turned back, heart absolutely pounding out of my chest, compulsively muttering “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck,” the entire way.

  Then I took 911 off mute and told them I had returned to look for the girl. They weren’t happy about that, but I saw her meandering past the parked cars in the street looking to see if one was mine, and I waved her down, flashing my brights.

  She bounced on over to the window of my car, happy-go-lucky. I figured that was a good sign that she wasn’t in on whatever this was. But I was just so scared to be back in the general area and to not know what had just happened or what was going to happen. I kept whispering “Get in. Get in!” And she was like, “Get it? Huh? Oh! You want me to get the pizza from the back?”

  I didn’t want to make the same mistake with her that I had made with 911, so instead of trying to tell the whole story, I stuck to the bare basic facts. “There was a man in your bushes. I’m on the phone with the police. I don’t know where he is right now. Please get in the car so we can lock the doors.”

  I was barely able to get even those sentences out, and I was shaking like I’d had 10 cups of black coffee. I held up my phone with 911 on the call screen to verify it for her. I thought that was why she got in the car with no further explanation, but it turns out that wasn’t entirely it.

  “You still there? Is she with you? Are you safe? Is anyone else there?” 911 kept checking in, not knowing who the third party I was talking to was. I reassured them, and we drove, more cautiously this time, to a location 911 instructed us to wait at to speak with police after they cleared the area.

  I didn’t actually have to do much after that. The police came pretty soon after, a police car met us, I gave a statement telling them everything I observed, and she went to go speak to more officers in more detail than they needed me for.

  It turns out the reason she got right into a strange pizza guy’s car without probing any deeper into my story is because she knew who the man was right away from my description.

  She had an abusive ex-boyfriend who was apparently psychotic enough that he immediately came to mind from hearing “There’s a guy in your bushes.”

  She later called us to thank me and insist on leaving a huge tip. I wasn’t there when the call came in so the kid who answered didn’t know to refuse to accept the money. But the manager already promised the next time we see her we can load her up with enough “one free pie” cards to last a lifetime.

  Easily the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, on the job or off. I don’t get the chance to tell the story much, because I try to avoid sharing it with anyone who could possibly know the girl or know of the event.

  But I’m still not the same since. Even though I know he didn’t even have anything to do with me directly, this truly shook me to my core. Be safe out there guys. Anything can happen.
• (#2) When You Deliver To A Murderer

  Posted by u/footiesocks1:

  This happened several years ago, and I won't go into a ton of detail because Google exists and I don't want to point a bit arrow to where it happened by saying too much.

  I had worked at a big pizza chain for almost a year at this point, so I was aware of a lot of the dangers of the job - robberies, drunken morons, naked people, etc. - but this instance really made it sink in.

  A girl had been reported missing in our area under super suspicious circumstances. It was a big deal in a relatively small town where things like that don't happen super frequently. It was all over the news, billboards were being put up, the whole shebang. We had state cops, other county cops, and federal investigators all in town to help.

  A few weeks after the initial report, they announce an arrest. They had the guy dead to rights, no question that he was the one who did it. When I got to work that day someone asked me if I had seen the announcement. I hadn't yet, so I pulled up the news article on my phone. HOLY. SH*T. I know that name. I know that address. I know that face. A month or so prior, I had delivered to this guy. His apartment complex was a few blocks down the road.

  To add to the creep factor, this dude lived in a complex with several buildings where each one had a locked door to get into the building. It's full of young kids that are almost always drunk and ignorant when they order and I'd had issues there before. Due to that, I made a point to always have customers come and meet me at the main door as opposed to being buzzed in and going to their unit door. Usually it wasn't a huge deal, but this dude really tried to press the issue and had several excuses to why he couldn't come down and I needed to come up. Each one was met with "company policy doesn't allow me to do that" until he finally caved and came down. He was less than enthused, but paid for his pizza and I went about my way.

  As a female, and given that this happened within a few weeks of him kidnapping and killing the other girl, I am so immensely grateful for all the drunken morons that caused me to stop going inside of the buildings at this complex.
• (#3) Don't Rob The Driver

  Posted by u/jlynny1811:

  I was robbed by idiots who were high, at their house.
  This was 20 years ago. I delivered pizza on a football night and had made a lot in tips. Last call of the night I delivered a pizza and they claimed I was late. I don't remember what the time frame was, but if linger than xxx time from ordering, pizza was free. It wasn't late but they (about 12) insisted and had kind if a threatening posture, so I let them have the pizza. As I got to my car, they come out and tell me to hold up. I was naive enough to believe they were gonna tip me. Instead they threw me up against my car, someone else went in another door and took all the money I had. While they were getting the money out, I distinctly remember someone holding a knife up to me. Then there is a blank in my memory but somehow I got in my car unharmed and I remember this girl standing behind my car like she thought she could stop me and I remember aiming for her. I didn't hit her but I was so angry I sure tried. They were easily caught by the police since they went back inside the house.

  EDIT: The city bundled a bunch of charges against them for other crimes, they got time, a couple of years for the guy who held the throat to me and the guy who took my $. The others I honestly don't remember. I moved across country a few months later. I happened to be in town for the trial of the guy with the knife. I have checked out his FB account and he seems to have turned his life around from what I can tell and straightened up. I did get my $ back but it took 2 years =/
• (#4) Check The Address

  Posted by u/JudgeJudyApproved:

  Had a stupid one tonight, but the store kinda got revenge
  I had a delivery to the anus-end of my franchise's delivery area. You know how it is, we only deliver so far before they have to call a different store. The address was like a 12 minute drive to a small community off the furthest street we go to. No problem, pre-tip is like $8 so I'm down.

  I get out there, and the customer provided gate code doesn't work. I call him, and he swears he typed the gate code correctly. We (eventually) work out that even though the ticket says 9200 (street), he MEANT 1900 (street), which is way out of our area. Then he asks me if I can deliver it anyway and what I can bring him for the inconvenience of getting it to the wrong place

  Now, first of all, I can't bring him anything even if I want to because I've already left the store, second, that's WAY outside our area, and third, he had ordered online and typed the wrong address himself.

  Brought it back to the store as per policy. The MoD laughed it off and let the employees eat his food. About 20 minutes later, he called my phone (i hate having to use my own phone for these, but that's a separate complaint), and demanded to know where his food was. It felt pretty good to give him the right store phone number and politely inform him that there would be no refund because he'd entered the address himself and had like 3 chances to check it before we cooked it.

  When I am the President, there will be a constitutional amendment that you must have worked as a delivery driver for at least a month before you can use the service. In fact, this goes for working retail too.
• (#5) Call 911 For Pizza

  Posted by u/Whybotherr:

  "Give me a cheese pizza and I wont pay for it!" Or how I got the cops called on me.
  I am a shift leader and occasional delivery driver for a papinoes hut in my area. I was working one night inside when I notice one of my drivers take a call. I occasionally like to listen to my drivers take orders to make sure they're offering the correct deals, and to make sure that everything is made as ordered.

  My driver takes the call and the person orders a single large veggie lover. I make the order and send it out with another driver. He comes back to the store saying that the lady was upset that we forgot her cheese pizza. I listened to the order being placed. A cheese pizza was not ordered. Lo an behold a few minutes later we get a call.

  Me: Thank you for choosing Papinoes Hut at [Location]! My name is [Name], how can I help you?

  Customer: Yes, i placed an order about 30 minutes ago and i did not recieve my cheese pizza.

  M: Sorry to hear that can i get your phone number?

  ...

  M: I'm sorry ma'am but you didnt order a cheese pizza, I was listening to my driver take your order and one was not ordered.

  C: well can I speak to your manager

  M: I am the manager ma'am.

  C: Well I am going to come up there and see what kind of a manager you really are.

  I think nothing of it and continue breaking down the store as it's currently 10 pm on a Saturday and we close at 1 so any tasks I can do at the moment to help us get out on time is greatly appreciated by me and my closing drivers.

  I had just finished breaking down our make line for the evening when I hear the door chime alerting that someone had just walked in.

  Me: Hi welcome to papinoes hut! I'll be right with you!.... Hi how can I help you?

  Customer: I talked with [My name] on the phone. Are you [name]?

  M: yes ma'am.

  C: I want my cheese pizza and i refuse to pay for it as I already should have recieved it.

  M: well ma'am it doesnt look like you'll be getting a cheese pizza tonight.

  C: Well can I get a refund?

  Side note, as a shift lead at my store I have not been properly trained to give out refunds and all refunds must be done through my Store manager or above.

  M: Well ma'am I'm sorry but I can not give you a refund however if you would like to come in tomorrow morning at 10:30 my boss should be here and able to help you with that.

  I try to say...

  She listened up to the point where I said I cant give her a refund and then angrily told me she was going to call the cops on me.

  About 10 minutes later a couple of uniforms were in my store, asking me if there was any way we would give her a free pizza, completely understanding that as a business we didnt typically hand out free pizzas to anyone who asked.

  I understood that the easiest way for this to be over was to give the lady her pizza, but when someone wastes my time I get petty and told the officer no. She understood and asked if i wanted the lady to leave the premises. I didnt give a sh*t, but my boss said yes so i said yes. She left and as far as I'm aware she has yet to call to get her refund.

  About 2 hours later the same cops were arresting someone else in front of our store causing us to be stuck inside the store as they were in front of our vehicles so we couldn't leave.

  Fun times.

  Tldr: Go ahead. Call them.
• (#6) Reminder To Tip!

  Posted by u/carcar134134:

  One of the top rules of smoking weed in your hotel room...
  Tip the delivery guy, cause my petty *ss will make sure you get that $200 cleaning charge. When I have to sign in every time I go to a hotel I get to know the desk people pretty well.
• (#7) Drivers "Appreciate" A Tip

  Posted by u/DarkMatterBurrito:

  PSA regarding the use of "appreciate you"
  Please stop using this phrase while you simultaneously stiff me. It only makes you look like a complete *ssh*le. That is all.
• (#8) When It's Coming At You From All Angles

  Posted by u/the_eluder:

  Double the disaster tonight!
  In addition to working with Covid this year, tonight we got the bonus of the hurricane. Luckily it waited until after close before the worst of it hit us.
• (#9) Be Specific

  Posted by u/Dent18:

  People who work somewhere with a large campus or multiple entrances, and just give the main address, default phone number, and no instructions: what. the. f*ck. is. wrong. with. you.
• (#10) No IOU For Pizza

  Posted by u/bobcat009:

  I work for one of the Big 3 in a college town.

  Every year that I work in this store college students get more and more delusional and entitled. Case in point, I had a student call and this is how our conversation goes:

  Him: So I'm riding my bike to you guys from the campus, but I lost my wallet. Would it be alright if I took the pizza and got you guys back tomorrow?

  Me: I'm sorry, sir, but we're unable do that.

  Him: Oh, come on man! Like, I'm a regular customer and you guys know I'm good for it.

  (Note: I've worked here full time for almost 4 years and have never seen his name before. Also, he only had 1 other previous order on file.)

  Me: I'm really sorry, sir, but we just simply cannot do that.

  Him: Well that's an unfortunate policy that you guys have.

  Me (losing my cool a bit): It's not our policy, it's just how businesses work.

  Him: Well, I thinks really dumb that you guys won't work with me. Like, I'm a regular customer and I bring you guys a bunch of business.

  Me (having no cool at this point): Dude, you don't have money you don't get pizza. End of story.

  Him: But, like, I'll pay you guys back tomorrow!

  Me: Not happening dude, because, you know, theft is a thing.

  Him: Dude, I just lost my wallet riding my bike over to you guys. Besides, I'm good for it! You guys should have my name there and everything.

  Me: If you want the pizza, you have to pay for it. I'd advise you go find your wallet.

  Him: I just think you guys should value your loyal customers more.

  Me: Hangs up

  Maybe I should have hung up earlier. But, yeah, the kid seemed so confident that we would let him take the pizza and "get us back later." These sorts of stupid requests and inane conversations are a regular occurrence once the college students are back in town.
• (#11) Customer Service People Don't Owe You Anything Other Than Service

  Posted by u/pizzathrowaway7035:

  I've been a pizza delivery driver for several years, and today is the first day I legitimately feel ashamed of doing what I do. This story may not seem to be a huge deal to some people, since it's probably more of me being socially inept when it comes to a big audience and being recorded and not being comfortable with my singing voice. So I may be overreacting, but I can't shake this feeling of humiliation.

  Since I was a kid, i've always been pretty shy. Even amongst close friends i'm somewhat quiet. And I am absolutely terrible speaking in front of large crowds. I remember in highschool having nightmares for weeks about having to do an upcoming presentation, and I would be dreading doing it every day until the day of. Not only that, but i'm a terrible singer, and I know it. I don't even feel comfortable singing in front of friends and family.

  Which brings me to the actual story. I had a delivery today with a note written in the 'special instructions' section that said "Sing a christmas carol for a tip". I didn't really take it all that seriously, and figured they were just joking. And if they weren't, I thought of a corny line to say while driving there to hopefully satisfy them if they were serious.

  So I show up and it's some kind of small party going on. There's probably roughly 10-15 teenagers gathered around in the living room and the mom comes to the door and takes the pizzas (there were 6 larges) as I give her the receipt to sign.

  She then looks at me with a smile and goes "So did they tell you?!?

  Me: "Haha, oh the note? Yeah I saw that, but trust me, you don't want to hear me sing."

  Her: "Oh come on, you have to!" She then ushers me inside and closes the door behind me. All of the people there are watching me and already have their phones out recording me. I instantly get uncomfortable and want to leave as quickly as possible. An audience is one thing, but being recorded my multiple people will instantly make me feel anxious.

  Her: "Well go on, sing!"

  Me: "No really, i'm a terrible singer, i'm sure I will ruin your christmas!" (christmas is still several weeks away, I have no idea why they wanted a christmas carol so bad)

  Her: "OH COME ON. I'll make it worth your while" She said as she waved a 20 and a 5 in front of me.

  I continued to insist on being a terrible singer and not being comfortable with it, but she kept pushing. Eventually I decided to try my corny line and hoped it would satisy them.

  So I just said "Okay, how about, rub-a-dub-dub I brought you some grub!" Which was corny as f*ck and holy hell so cringey to say and made me feel infinitely more uncomfortable.

  Obviously no one laughed, and she went "No, it has to be a christmas carol!"

  I insisted more about not wanting to sing and was starting to get seriously pissed off and uncomfortable that she wasn't taking no for an answer, and she kept waving the money in front of my face to 'encourage' me, so finally I just said "Look, i'm sorry but i'm not going to sing for money."

  She looked at me incredulously for a second and went "Woooooooooowwwww It was only for fun you know. Well, you're definitely not getting this then," She said as she pulled the 20 away and only gave me the 5 and the receipt she had signed.

  I said thank you and quickly left, while I heard several comments behind me from everyone else like:

  "Wow, is he serious? What a dick" "Ugh, gross" (wtf this even means I have no idea. disgusted she didn't hear a christmas carol i guess) "Wow did he really have to make us feel so bad?"

  So yeah. It's just being pressured to sing which I guess should just be fun, but I've never felt so used and humiliated while working here. I legitimately feel ashamed to be working a minimum wage job now, and truly feel like i'm on the lowest rung of the ladder in society. I was just a tool for their entertainment that they thought would jump at the chance to make a fool of myself for an extra 20 bucks. I'm a pizza delivery driver, not a f*cking performer.
• (#12) Tip On The Card

  Posted by u/ChapoGod:

  I understand if you need to order food because you're sick from Covid but...
  Don't pay in cash maybe? Even if you put it in a plastic bag? And maybe don't stiff as well.

  Sincerely,
  A delivery driver who has a genetic disease that puts him at serious risk of dying from covid.
• (#13) Social Distance Doesn't Mean No Tipping

  Posted by a Redditor:

  Hoping this isn’t happening everywhere, but lately I’ve noticed a trend with a few of my orders each shift. The store I deliver for has gone contactless due to COVID; it’s easy to leave a tip online or via phone. Lately I’ve had a smattering of customers request their pizzas be left at the doorstep, taking advantage of different social distancing norms. Keep in mind, these are nice homes in a pricey city. Evidently Karen made her millions by not tipping (and not having to see the face of the broke college student they’re stiffing)

  I get it, times are tough right now money-wise for a lot of people. But I think if you’ve got enough to spend on an overpriced pizza, you’ve got something to tip workers busting their *ss for you too.
• (#14) YOU MUST TIP!

  Posted by u/Yawlyeet:

  Today I had a delivery to this guy that wanted his change when the total was $17.54 and he handed me $20.54. He did this twice to me in the span of 3 days and I walked away without saying anything to him. He then preceded to start yelling and saying I had a bad attitude and was saying why are you mad I asked for my change? Like do you expect me to say thank you after you didn’t give me a tip and did you expect someone with a good attitude when you didn’t give a tip? He said I had the bad attitude and I was all mad when he was yelling expletives at me while I walked away and said nothing. I will never understand his logic but I thought it was a good story to share.
• (#15) Tip Ahead Of Time During Covid

  Posted by u/Issued4Approval:

  NO CONTACT customer taped a $1 bill on his door as my tip...
  I thought there would be more bills.. When I noticed it was just one $1 bill, I taped it back... He called to complain about it and now I think I'm in trouble. Haha
• (#16) Leave Women ALONE

  Posted by u/QuackadillyBlip8:

  A tale from a pizza gal and her adventures of being harassed by weird random dudes that aren’t even customers.
  So usually I (28f) really don’t get overly hit on regularly. I’ll get the sweetheart babe, can I get your number, and ohhhh how much would yooou like me to tip lil lady bs but thankfully (for someone that’s working in finger length shorts) for the most part people leave me alone. Tonite my first encounter was a guy from across the street from my delivery destination saying “YEAHHHH that’s future ex wifey material right there!!” I ignored him, but the guy coming home to neighboring house I was at was like “yeah that’s not how you pick up women is it?” No, it’s not. Thank you neighbor dude for keeping it real. It’s always nice when there’s other people around that actually acknowledge when things like that happen, adds a little bit more sense of security.

  So that was chill, the second encounter was not quite that chill. At this point in the night it’s about 12:30 AM. Not the worst part of the area, not as many meth heads as other parts of the city I deliver in and it’s close to a main road so that was a major reason why I was able to keep my cool. I pull up to the house, get out and literally as soon as I knock on the door this f*cking guy rolls up on a bicycle on the sidewalk behind me and starts his sh*t. I mostly tuned out what he was saying, but I remember him being like “yeahhh mama that’s what I’m talking about. You looking good tonite. You need me to come up and knock on the door for ya?” I said “ahahaha thanksss and noo thank you sir I’ve got this.” Why the f*ck did I say thanks? That was dumb as sh*t, why be nice to this random degenerate rolling up on me shirtless while I’m trying to do my job? Now he’s going to think I want to continue this encounter and that’s exactly what happened. And to top it off the customer still hasn’t answered the door so I call him.

  While I’m calling, this guy is still talking to me from his bike. No idea what he was saying because thankfully the customer answered and said was on his way out. Another minute or so goes by and a bunch of cops started speeding down the main road and bike dude shuts up for a minute just standing with his bike staring at me. Customer still is not coming to the door, and I’m getting heated at this point because my tazer is in the car and if this bike dude who is decently bigger than I am charges at me, I’m not getting to it in time. The cops are done passing after a minute and it’s silent. The dude goes “yeah I really dig your tattoos” you’re like 20 feet away and it’s dark out dude you can’t see my f*cking tattoos. Then he finally goes “yeah I thought about asking you for your number earlier”. For a split second I thought “does he mean like at the beginning of this hostage encounter I’ve found myself in or has this dude been watching me deliver around the area?” Before I turn to him and say “alright man I’m going to have to ask you to F*CK off” to which he raises his hands, laughs and says “alright peace and love” and rides off. Of f*cking course as soon as he does that the customer finally opens the door, completely oblivious to the entire encounter. I practically run back to my car and gtfo out of there and I can see dude hauling *ss on his bike a couple streets down.

  Idk why I’m still sort of hung up on how he said he wanted to ask for my number earlier, because I have a solid 4 more nights of work now thinking some shirtless psycho is stalking me on his bike, but I’m sure it’s really nothing. I’m still going to keep my taser in my pocket from now on though for good measure.

  TLDR; I was on delivery tonite and had one guy cat call me from across the street. Then in the middle of the night had a guy on a bike incessantly harass me in-front of a customers house until I told him to f*ck off.
• (#17) No Tip For Service That's Too Good

  Posted by u/gaxmoof:

  Had a delivery to a house about 6 mins away. I know I'm a fast driver, as I get compliments on how quickly the pizza arrives a lot, but I guess today I went a little too fast.

  I get to the front door and the man looks very confused. I start to think maybe he didnt order this food or it could be a prank call, as these have been happening a bit more frequently lately...

  Nope. He ordered the pizza, he was just very suspicious as to how it got there so quick. He accused us of not actually making him a fresh pizza, but instead that we had an extra one just waiting on the side in the warmer or something, and that was basically his logic for not tipping me. I watched that pizza get made and that thing was EASILY an S tier pizza. Great work by the cooks as always, but not good enough for this guy I guess.

  Our service was just so good it made a customer sus I guess.
• (#18) Lack Of Clarity

  Posted by u/Blastbeast:

  Apparently the term "keep the change" means different things to different people. Why?
  Had a lady hand me a 20 for a $14 order and said keep the change but as I walked away she was like oh I meant the coin change sorry. For most people keep the change means all of the change. We are not mind readers for f*cksake.
• (#19) No YOU Keep The Change

  Posted by u/MrRandisimo:

  3rd year driver. I've dealt with trashy customers. But today a young girl maybe 15 got first place. Just a cut-and-dry contactless order that was cash. She opens the door while I'm setting it down on the mat grabs the pizza from me and then hands me the cash of a $22.17 cents order. Thinking she gave me $23 I told her thank you in she continues to say Oh and here's this. Handing me the change in all pennies. Stuff like that personally doesn't bother me, But she drops the change a foot away from my hand making all the change go on the ground looks down at it and says thank you and closes the door on me. So I left it all there.
• (#20) Clothe Your Kids + Tip

  Posted by u/PartPhysMama:

  I deliver in a very diverse area, so I see a lot. Our delivery area covers a affluent McMansion community, the "bad side of town" and even a rural area full of hicks and wineries. I have some stories - People too high to remember they ordered and leaving to a friend's house or forgetting that I'm at the door waiting for them to find their money is my favorite. /Sarcasm But this one annoyed me in particular.

  I was doing one of the last deliveries of the night right before closing so it's late and I've been running pizzas for 8 hours without a break so I'm starving and tired too. The address on the ticket is weird, it's 733 Rich People Street #733 and I'm like ok sometimes people are dumb or their autofill puts weird things in for the apt number. The directions mention a gate code which is not weird, there's at least a dozen gated communities on her street. But it also says "third floor building 7 all the way in the back" which IS weird. I pull up to 733 and it's just a normal *ss McMansion and so I call the number and I'm like hey, I have a feeling this isn't your place, can you confirm the address?
  She's like oh yeah sorry, when I put the address in it changed it to that. It's actually 1080. And I'm like ok no problem, I'll be there in a few minutes. So I drive down the street to this really nice apartment complex and there's no stupid box on the gate. Most of the nice ones around here have swipe cards or clickers and the residents don't realize their gate code is like for the pool or something and is useless to get in. So I wait for a car to come out and then go in and locate building 7 pretty fast and climb 3 flights of stairs and knock on the door and she's really nice and apologized for giving me the wrong address and tells her kid who is running around naked except a pull up to go get her the money she left in the bedroom. So this naked *ss kid comes running up to me and stuffs a bunch of dollars into my hands while asking me my name and I'm about to ask if the woman needs change when her daughter spills a bunch of coins into my hands and I know she most definitely does not need change. I give her the pizza and head out and double count the money just to be sure because every now and again I'll get a couple extra bucks even with the change but sure enough, she's given me exactly what she owed and not a penny more.

  Tl;Dr: customer gave me the wrong address, made me climb three flights of stairs, 10 minutes before closing, and had her naked child give me exact change, no tip.
• (#21) More Than Once?!

  Posted by u/MarisiaKing:

  This happened this past week. We got a last minute delivery for a not-so-great area notorious for not tipping, and I got stuck with it. The guy had already ordered once that day, and he'd paid with a card the first time, no tip. This time was cash.

  For this delivery, his total came out to be $20.20. When he opened the door, I made a joke about seeing him so much, and then he handed over two $10 bills. He said that was all he had but he'd get me next time, citing the coin shortage as an excuse to not have any change.

  I've had several people lately cite the coin shortage as an excuse to not pay the last few cents, and I told him the same thing I told them: I need the last twenty cents. I might have let it slide if he was nice about it, but like most people like this, the guy was rude and was acting like my showing up with his food was a major inconvenience.

  "So you're telling me I've gotta go all the way back in my house for TWENTY CENTS?"

  "Yep." I crossed my arms and stared him down, and eventually he gave in. He went inside and came back about a minute later with a handful of change. I counted it up and it turned out to be sixteen cents.

  "That's all I've got, for real this time."

  At this point I was more than a little annoyed, and I was through with this bastard. So, again, I told him I needed the exact total.

  I stared him down again for another thirty seconds before he FINALLY pulled a dollar bill out of his pocket. "Oh, I forgot I had this in here!" Sure you did, pal.

  So he handed over the bill and I gave him back the coins. Then he got greedy.

  "Where's my eighty cents?" he demanded.

  I passed over the pizza and told him, "Sorry, but I don't have any coins to make change. Coin shortage, you know?"

  "Well, ain't you got nickels? Nobody uses nickels. Go get me some."

  I was not about to go back to the store and come back with eighty cents worth of nickels after the crap he'd already pulled, especially since the store was already closed. I told him no and he slammed the door in my face.

  You can't make this sh*t up.

  TL;DR Guy tried to short me twenty cents, and went out of his way to try and keep me from getting it. Then he had the nerve to demand I get him his change in all nickels.
• (#22) Don't Cancel!

  Posted by u/Blastbeast:

  What's up with customers that cancel at the door? They always say some excuse like how they tried to cancel, but when I ask my crew they always tell me they had no hint that the customer wanted to cancel their order. It's very frustrating to waste your time on indecisive people that may or may not be lying. The way I feel is that if a person truly wanted to cancel their order they would have made it more clear when they were on the phone. Or maybe call the store again to say that the order is canceled. Not just wait for the driver to show up at the front door so they can lie directly to the face of a poor service worker. Do this too much and get blacklisted. No company wants to waste resources for liars. /rant
• (#23) The Vanity Plate Tells All

  Posted by u/the_eluder:

  Customer's car tells it like it is!
  So I had a gift card order that strangely enough was for an odd amount - like 18.46, and the card had a zero balance; with no extra amount due. How coincidental is that? Anyway I get to the duplex, and on his side is a Jeep with a license plate frame that says, 'SCUMBAG'. I contactless deliver the order, and of course there's no tip. As I walk away I mutter, 'Thanks, Scumbag!'

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