TalesFromThePizzaGuy: "Stay in car, dogs" -- The time I ignored those instructions
In the mountains of NC, everyone lets their dogs run loose in their yard, street, neighborhood. Nobody ever puts instructions on the tickets regarding dogs unless there’s a real reason to.
(Disclaimer: I’m not the dog whisperer. Always take necessary precautions to ensure your safety around dogs or animals. There’s no set formula that always applies to every situation)
So… Usually when you roll up to a house with dogs in the yard, they’ll bark like crazy, but they’d end up rolling onto their backs for a belly rub within seconds of exiting the car. They make a lot of noise because, hey, you’re in their territory and that’s what dogs do. (See disclaimer above)
I’ve been bitten two times making a delivery, and BOTH times, I didn’t even know the dog was there. The sneaky little bastards that truly wanted to bite me hid and didn’t make a noise until they were right up on me.
So I arrive at the house I’m delivering to and the ticket says “Stay in car, dogs.” I scan the area for dogs, and I see four ABSOLUTELY STUNNING snow white (I’m guessing) German Shepherds just lounging on the porch. They are the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever seen in my life. They’re just straight chillin’. Their ears are laid back, a couple of their heads turn to notice me, then lay back down on their paws. Nothing to worry about here, folks.
Nobody is coming outside, the dogs are calm AF, so I decide I’m going to go ahead and walk to the door. As Alpha as I could, I exit the car and walk confidently toward the dogs. They don’t even care. Who’s a good boys??
I’m about halfway between my car and the porch when it happened. The door clumsily opens with a bit of a clatter, and this little little toddler in diapers steps out. In the blink of an eye, all four of those white beasts are up on their feet and lined up shoulder to shoulder, squared off between me and that toddler. The low-pitched guttural growl coming from the row of dogs is what nightmares are made of.
I was a heartbeat from chucking the pizzas toward the dogs and high-tailing it back to my car, but my legs were frozen long enough for reason to overtake my flight instinct. I backed slowly back to my open car door then QUICKLY jumped back in.
A few seconds later, the mom comes out on the porch a little frantic… I told them to tell you to stay in the car! I hope they told you! I’m so sorry!
FFS man. If the ticket says to stay in the car, stay in the damn car.