Lurking in the Shadows

So what I said about Cosmo last time, trying to say he was more normal than I had thought, I take it back. Not that he did anything totally crazy, but I just can't take him seriously! Last night we were standing around desperately waiting for someone to call in and order something, and my boss was like hey Cosmo have you ever showed Rachel your moonwalk? I looked over at her and we both tried to not laugh as Cosmo was like "Oh no, I haven't showed her!! Watch this..."
He just shuffled backwards. Even I could moonwalk better than that! (And if you're Aften Whitmore or Rachael Aucker, you can understand just how awful that is.) He said "I know, I look just like Michael Jackson. People tell me that all the time." Of course he was kidding, but that didn't make it any less ridiculous or funy to me.
THEN he started talking about how he used to be able to put both of his feet around the back of his head. Like from the front. He said when he was playing music, he got a date with a girl one time because of it. And then the next night his band made him do it on stage for $20. He was like 'I'd do anything for $20 and a date!' I was like that's crazy that you could do that! He looked at me and in all seriousness he said 'Well I'm a limber man!'
At that point I couldn't hold it together. I started laughing in his face (I felt kind of bad) and he was like 'No, really, I used to be able to put my palms flat on the ground!' (He's shorter than me I'm pretty sure, so that might explain part of it) He told me he didn't think he could do it anymore, but said he was going to try. So he bent right over in front of me and was trying so hard to put his palms on the ground. I was frantically looking around for one of my co-workers to notice what was happening, but no one was paying attention! So it was just me watching watching Cosmo trying to stretch his way to the ground. Eventually he stood back up and was like 'Well I can't do it anymore.' I never would have guessed.

On a completely different note, some apartments have a level lower than the ground floor you walk into from the parking lot, like you have to walk past the first few doors to a staircase taking you back under the building, and there are usually one or two apartments down there that are really private and covered. I always get a little nervous when I go to these apartments, just because literally no one can see the door and I feel like if something weird ever was to happen, no one would be around to help me. I had to go to one of these apartments last night after it was already dark. I had had to call the guy I was delivering to to let me in the gate to his apartment complex, so he was expecting me. When I realized it was a downstairs apartment I started praying as I walked down the stairs for God to keep me safe, and I turned the corner and the guy had his door open and was standing there waiting for me, with almost all the lights off in his apartment so that I didn't see him at first. When I did see him my heart stopped dead and I jumped so high I almost dropped the pizza. He kind of laughed and was like 'sorry.' When I gave him the receipt to sign, he walked in his apartment a little ways, turned on a light, signed it, and then turned it back off and came back outside. It was weird. Maybe he was trying to save electricity? I don't know. But I didn't appreciate it.

Also, it poured last night while I was delivering for a while. We're not technically supposed to wear any jackets or anything that we didn't get from headquarters, but I didn't care, I wore my rain jacket. There's also a puddle that resembles a river that forms right in front of our door every time in rains, and there's no way around it, so my shoes were like squishy wet. It was so miserable. But we got more business because of it. Because people didn't want to leave they're houses for food.
It's another rule in the pizza business that I'm learning: the inverse relationship between weather and business. Also, business is better when it's cold. Which makes sense because who craves a hot pizza in the dead heat of summertime?
Although there actually is one reliable summer crowd: people having pool parties. But I can't tell you how much of a love/hate relationship I have with these deliveries. The tips are usually better, but I have to walk further to find them around the pool, and by that time I'm dripping sweat in my pants and two shirts, and watching people splashing around in the pool is just miserable. The other day a mom invited me to jump in with them! It was nice of her but also really cruel. Because obviously I couldn't actually join them.

Anyway, I guess that's all.