Rusty Shackleford
Automotive M.D.
This is going in the rants section, as most of these stories will involve me being pissed off.
So let's start with tonight. My first run, of a total of 3. (In 5 hours.)
Out to Locust Grove Rd. 6.5 fracking miles away. I basically burned 1.5-2 gallons of gas round trip, due to the stop and go, and me hammering on it as I grew more and more annoyed. Finally got to the place, (farther than we are supposed to go, but I didn't realize that until I was halfway there.) After 3 or so minutes of bell ringing and door knocking, the lady finally gets to the door. Pregnant, and seemingly high. So I said, that will be 17.92. She seemed confused as she went to a closet and rifled through a bag for cash. Came back with a 10 and two 1s. She realized that isn't right, so she went back to her bag, and came back with a 10 and two 1s. Again, she realized that isn't right. By this time my arm is about to fall off from holding her damn pizza for 10 minutes of this crap, and she finally gets back with two 10s. Would you like your change? I ask. Umm... hm... uh.... yeah. Gimme back uh..... two dollars. Alright ma'am, here you go. Thank you she says and I walked away saying I hope you choke on it. Not sure if she heard me or not, but it took a bit for her to get the door closed, as she probably couldn't figure the damn doorknob out. By this time I am livid, gettin a whole 8 cents of a tip. I eventually get back to the pizza shop, sling the door open, and throw the hotbag down on the counter. I said, Sal! Don't you ever send me back to that bitch again. It was 13 fucking miles round trip for a whole 8 cent tip. I am pissed! She's not even in our jurisdiction! (We have another shop located a bit closer.) Well he immediately stated that we will no longer deliver to them, and seemed a bit startled by my demeanor. (Even a possible mafia guy, (highly doubt it,) can be frightened by a pissed off redneck.) Apparently they called back to the pizza shop after I left, complaining that they didn't get a reciept! I told Sal that they can go fuck themselves. He fed me good, gave me a beer at the end of the night, and treated me right. He is a good guy, and he knew I wasn't pissed at him, just pissed. At the end of the night, I basically made no money but my hourly. Tomorrow night better go well.
More to come sooner or later...
So let's start with tonight. My first run, of a total of 3. (In 5 hours.)
Out to Locust Grove Rd. 6.5 fracking miles away. I basically burned 1.5-2 gallons of gas round trip, due to the stop and go, and me hammering on it as I grew more and more annoyed. Finally got to the place, (farther than we are supposed to go, but I didn't realize that until I was halfway there.) After 3 or so minutes of bell ringing and door knocking, the lady finally gets to the door. Pregnant, and seemingly high. So I said, that will be 17.92. She seemed confused as she went to a closet and rifled through a bag for cash. Came back with a 10 and two 1s. She realized that isn't right, so she went back to her bag, and came back with a 10 and two 1s. Again, she realized that isn't right. By this time my arm is about to fall off from holding her damn pizza for 10 minutes of this crap, and she finally gets back with two 10s. Would you like your change? I ask. Umm... hm... uh.... yeah. Gimme back uh..... two dollars. Alright ma'am, here you go. Thank you she says and I walked away saying I hope you choke on it. Not sure if she heard me or not, but it took a bit for her to get the door closed, as she probably couldn't figure the damn doorknob out. By this time I am livid, gettin a whole 8 cents of a tip. I eventually get back to the pizza shop, sling the door open, and throw the hotbag down on the counter. I said, Sal! Don't you ever send me back to that bitch again. It was 13 fucking miles round trip for a whole 8 cent tip. I am pissed! She's not even in our jurisdiction! (We have another shop located a bit closer.) Well he immediately stated that we will no longer deliver to them, and seemed a bit startled by my demeanor. (Even a possible mafia guy, (highly doubt it,) can be frightened by a pissed off redneck.) Apparently they called back to the pizza shop after I left, complaining that they didn't get a reciept! I told Sal that they can go fuck themselves. He fed me good, gave me a beer at the end of the night, and treated me right. He is a good guy, and he knew I wasn't pissed at him, just pissed. At the end of the night, I basically made no money but my hourly. Tomorrow night better go well.
More to come sooner or later...
