So Friday night is a stereotypical pizza/movie night, and we usually stay super busy, which was the case tonight. I was just scheduled for a few hours during the rush and ended up needing to stay like an extra hour to help out. My last run of the night was like halfway to my house (which is relatively far away), in Boone Trace, which just sucks driving pizza there because it uses so much gas. It wouldn't be so bad if there was like a sliding scale for tips, like people were required to tip more the further they lived from the store. What would really be nice would be if everyone would just tip, period, but don't get me started on that.
Anyway, last run of the night, I'm jammin on the way there (someone stole my antenna off my car when I was still in Chattanooga, so I've been listening to a bunch of my old CDs, which are awesome and hilarious). I printed out directions before leaving the store rather than just looking at the map because that neighborhood's a little confusing to me at night and I didn't want to waste time trying to memorize the route when I could just take it with me, you know? So I didn't really ever look at the name on the receipt, I was just looking at the directions and for the address. I pulled up to this house, and a dad and his daughter came outside to meet me by my car, and the daughter was holding a kitten, so we started talking about it because I told them I thought it was precious, blah blah blah. Anyway, we ended up figuring out that she goes to Kingston Springs Elementary, and I told them that's where I went a long time ago. And then he was done signing the receipt and everything, and I started thinking that the daughter looked familiar to me, but I didn't say anything about it, because it was time to go. So I threw the hot bag in my backseat and got in my car, and the first thing I always do is look at the receipt to see the tip they gave me. This time I looked at the name and realized that I was at one of my old elementary school teacher's house! And we had had a really good relationship and stayed in touch every once in a while and stuff. She was invited to my high school graduation, and we had her and her kids over for dinner about a year ago or whatever. And that was the last time I had seen her - the dinner at my house - so I decided to go back to the door and say hey. I rang the doorbell and the dad and kids came back and I was like, sorry, I just realized that you're one of my old teacher's husband! Is your wife home?? (I was pretty excited about this whole situation, just to set the scene) He was like, yeah I am (her husband), but we're getting divorced, so no, she's not here.
I about fell over on his front porch. I'm sure I my face flushed red and I just started apologizing profusely. And he was like no, it's no big deal. Some people know, some don't, so it's not like we're trying to keep it a secret anymore or anything.
And all I could think of was I'm sure that's exactly what you wanted this Friday night when you ordered pizza...a reminder that you're getting divorced. I just wanted to crawl in a hole.
But he was really great about it. He told me a couple of times, really, don't worry about it. It's ok!
So I got back in my car, and called my mom ASAP and we laughed and felt awful about the situation, and when I got back to the store I think I told someone I work with, but they were busy and didn't care. Well sorry that I was worried about the fact that I was the biggest contradiction tonight: a pizza delivery lady ruining a fun night!
So there's that.
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