TalesFromThePizzaGuy: I hope they enjoyed their Dr. Pepper shower.
So this happened about a week ago, it was near closing time and we rarely get orders past 11:00 PM so I usually spend that time cleaning and generally doing everything I can to get out of the store as fast as possible.
We receive an order this night, it can’t be more than 10-15 minutes from midnight, I’m ready to finish up for the day but whatever, I suck it up and grab this guys’ order of breadsticks and a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper. Sure enough it’s the shitty ghetto trailer park on the northern side of town, where it feels like a maze because certain areas are closed off, the numbers on the trailers are sometimes impossible to read if they’re even there and to finish it off the roads are terrible and have what seems like 3 or 4 speed bumps on every street.
So I get to the residence, I’m already agitated enough but this guy has the audacity to a.) tell me he really just ordered for the soda as they were all out and the corner store had just closed and b.) not tip a single dime after making me come out to this hell hole on a Tuesday night, well passed midnight at this point. On top of that he had this douchey attitude that wasn’t outright disrespectful but you could tell he didn’t give two shits about the guy handing him his precious Dr. Pepper, in his mind I’m sure he probably felt he was doing me a service in some twisted way.
I’m heated enough, but not even 2 minutes after leaving this dick’s house I get a call from my manager telling me that the customer had called the store to inform us that the guy ordered TWO 2 liters and asked if I could stop off at a gas station and pick one up and he would reimburse me. I’m steamed at this point but it has nothing to do with my manager (douches exist and I didn’t read the ticket properly) and he’s actually a pretty cool guy so I agree to do just that.
I’m not ashamed of what I did, as if the bumpy ride back to his trailer wasn’t enough, I grasped that 2 liter of Dr. Pepper firmly with both hands and gave it three (I counted) good shakes, at this point the bottle was as stiff as the justice boner in my mind. I get to his house and give him a “my bad, here you go” and drive off.
I’d like to say that this made me feel 100% better, but the whole incident just left a sour taste in my mouth. Both this guys’ selfishness and me witnessing this devious side of me that I’ve maybe only seen once or twice in my lifetime just left me bitter for the rest of the night.
Thinking back though, I don’t regret a single shake.
tl;dr - douche orders soda from pizza place minutes away from closing, doesn’t tip and lives in a shitty neighborhood, I forget one of his sodas, go purchase one from a gas station and angrily shake it before giving it to him