Worked at a pizza joint, the two drivers there are very loveable. Or actually, were. The store got bought out, now one of them is a manager at the new store and the other one still drives for that store. When they delivered, they got at least minimum wage (I think because of seniority, they got around $8-10) plus expenses and tips. They made good money, but because it was a small business at the time, it wasn't much. They especially liked big orders, cause then it's either tip big or don't tip, and they have good memories (sometimes one of the drivers cooks for us, so he makes jokes about putting something in their pizzas next time...).
I feel bad, because sometimes I made their job harder. Sometimes people call in a say they want their pizza at a specific time; others call in and want it immediately. The people who pre-ordered have priority, and sometimes I forgot that and the drivers had to be in two places at once. They shooked it off, everyone makes mistakes.
Great bunch of guys. Multiple personalities, so there's never no fun. Even the cooks were fun (even if I couldn't understand their spanish...).
lol, now I'm on a story about our cook... My friend and I are working at the counter. The cook comes in and starts talking to us. Says you can staple just by pounding the stapler on the wall. So he grabs the stapler, unfolds it, and slaps it on my friend's leg.
The staple is embedded in his jeans.
His blue jeans must've been thick, cause there was no blood at all. Lucky shot, I guess. I was laughing hysterically after that.
