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I Love Pot Heads
I was working closing at the independent pizza place I work at. Slow night, and by about 9:30 I had the store swept, and the back mopped. Phone rings, I pick it up, dude wants delivery. Pretty clear he's "under the influence" ... first he wanted six orders of wings, then six orders of mozz sticks ...
... after about ten minutes of telling him, "we're out of this" and "we're out of that" (we're closed on Sunday and we didn't get our Friday delivery, so we're kind of screwed until Monday), he finally orders two large pizzas and four six-packs of soda.
So I ring him up, hang up, we make the food. Ooops, I rang him up wrong -- I forgot to charge him for two of the six-packs. I make the change (from $38 to $44), bag up the run, and take it. He's about two miles north in Loveton. I get there, he runs OUT of his building and is helping me unload my car. Which is sort of cool. I explain to him that I messed up on the pricing and he starts giggling and laughing, says "hey, that's cool", and gives me $55 bucks. Takes the stuff into his townhouse, and as I'm walking away, he's bragging loudly to his friends about how he got two six-packs for free (which is really bugging me because I said, "Yeah, I gave you the wrong price on the phone, it's $44, not $38", which I guess he somehow decided meant I didn't charge him for two of the six-packs).
Anyway, he'll probably wake up in the morning, and wonder where all his money went. Answer: my bank account (well, the $11 of it that was my tip).
Of course, my best "pot head" story is when I took a delivery to one of the numerous apartment complexes in Cockeysville. I always joke with the customer when they open the door, "Hi, your total is $400." Most people laugh me off and make a joke about writing me a check. These guys actually freaked out and started putting it together -- "Duuuuuude, we need $400 bucks man, plus a tip duuuude!" Anyway, I told them I was just joking. That one always makes me smile, though.
[ 05-18-2003, 12:08 AM: Message edited by: CrazyinaJeep ]
... after about ten minutes of telling him, "we're out of this" and "we're out of that" (we're closed on Sunday and we didn't get our Friday delivery, so we're kind of screwed until Monday), he finally orders two large pizzas and four six-packs of soda.
So I ring him up, hang up, we make the food. Ooops, I rang him up wrong -- I forgot to charge him for two of the six-packs. I make the change (from $38 to $44), bag up the run, and take it. He's about two miles north in Loveton. I get there, he runs OUT of his building and is helping me unload my car. Which is sort of cool. I explain to him that I messed up on the pricing and he starts giggling and laughing, says "hey, that's cool", and gives me $55 bucks. Takes the stuff into his townhouse, and as I'm walking away, he's bragging loudly to his friends about how he got two six-packs for free (which is really bugging me because I said, "Yeah, I gave you the wrong price on the phone, it's $44, not $38", which I guess he somehow decided meant I didn't charge him for two of the six-packs).
Anyway, he'll probably wake up in the morning, and wonder where all his money went. Answer: my bank account (well, the $11 of it that was my tip).
Of course, my best "pot head" story is when I took a delivery to one of the numerous apartment complexes in Cockeysville. I always joke with the customer when they open the door, "Hi, your total is $400." Most people laugh me off and make a joke about writing me a check. These guys actually freaked out and started putting it together -- "Duuuuuude, we need $400 bucks man, plus a tip duuuude!" Anyway, I told them I was just joking. That one always makes me smile, though.
[ 05-18-2003, 12:08 AM: Message edited by: CrazyinaJeep ]
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