Pizzas Don't Have Legs

He sounded mad and I was sure someone was going to be fired. He was a gruff guy and I was intimidated... 

It was my first night of work and I was nervous. I would be delivering pizzas in a college town. This wouldn't be that bad in today's world, but 25 years ago was a different story. There were no cell phones, no GPS...only a big map on the wall and an address in hand.

Pizzas to be delivered were put in an insulated carrying case. This pizza parlor featured the giant sized party pizza. At the time I drove a 2-seater Honda and the party pizza barely fit in the back of my car. 

It was actually turned out to be a great job. I made an hourly wage plus $2 per pizza delivered for gas and any tips. On a weekend night, driving a car that got 40 miles per gallon, I made pretty good wages for a college kid. We mostly delivered to families, because the pizzas were a little more expensive. There were the occasional college student deliveries. These were not my preference, since the college kids didn't tip too well. 

One time I had to deliver seven party pizzas to a fraternity house.

So back to the mad boss...

"Who did this?" he hollered. I looked over and wondered what he was talking about. As I caught a glimpse of what he was talking about, I knew my first night would be my last. "Who stood this party pizza on it's side?" Oh boy, it was me! I had sat it down and it didn't even dawn on me that a pizza stood on it's side would slide to the bottom of the box. Pizzas need to be kept flat!

I was just about to take the blame, as it was my rookie mistake. Before I could get the words out, one of the other employees said, "Oh sorry Hector, that was me, it won't happen again." The boss grumbled and instructed a new one to be made. 

I thanked the other employee...He said, "No problem, we get to eat this pizza now. Just remember, pizzas don't have legs!"