So it's been a while...longer than usual anyway. I'm feeling the pressure of giving you something good, but there are only short snippets of interesting pizza activity.
But I guess the first order of business is letting everyone know that I now officially consider my car my office. And that's what I'll be referring to it now as.
My office has a faint smell of pizza that is just part of it now. My seats have completely absorbed the odor and I expect they will be giving back for some time. So there will never be a shortage of pizza memories in my office. Except for that I don't notice it anymore, so maybe my immunity will minimize the effect of olfactory memories, or however you would phrase that. I don't know...I'm not a sensory scientist or anything like that. Just a pizza delivery lady. In case anyone was wondering or forgot.
Yesterday, I answered the phone at headquarters ready to take an order, and it was a black lady on the phone and she was asking me about some of our specialty pizzas, and especially liked a spinach and feta kind. She said hold on, I'm going to ask my husband if that sounds good to him, and then she yelled 'baby! what do you think about a spinach and feta pizza?' I heard him say spinach and who? So she repeated herself and he said 'what the hell is feta?' And I'm like laughing on the phone, and she said 'do you just want a philly cheese steak sandwich?' He said 'yes, that sounds great.' Haha so she talked to me again and was like ok, we'd like a spinach and feta pizza, and a philly cheese steak sandwich please.
When I took the delivery to their apartment, her husband answered the door and was wearing one of those shirts you can buy with your own pictures on it...it had two school pictures of what looked like his grandkids on it and it said happy birthday pappy or something like that.
I loved everything about that couple.
A few days ago I delivered to this duplex out off of Charlotte by Walmart, which is just the classiest area (that's sarcasm for people who don't live in Nashville). I pulled into the driveway and this man came right out of his side of the duplex to meet me, and was like 'Hey! Headquarters!!' (obviously he said headquarters' actual name, just to clear that up) I realized after talking to him for a minute that this was not even the guy I was delivering to, he just came out to greet me anyway. I realized he was either a. a little tipsy/drunk or b. just a little off. Or maybe a lot off. He asked me if I worked for Caesar's Palace as a delivery lady and I was like uh no, I just work here for headquarters. And he was like oh, I thought I'd seen you in those commercials. You kind of look like that sexy delivery lady, except I've never seen her sober or in the daytime. And I was like thanks?
I still have no idea what he's talking about. I even searched for commercials for Caesar's Palace when I got home that night, and came up with nothing. If anyone knows what this guy is talking about, let me know. I can post the video and take a vote on whether I look like this lady or not.
Today I made a delivery to the horsebarn at steeplechase to some cops. They had on tight riding pants that were still part of their cop uniforms (like navy blue with yellow stripes down the sides). I didn't notice them until I was leaving and thought it was a little strange. I wonder if they ever accidentally wore those pants out in public. Or like when they leave work from the horsebarn if they change into other pants and regular shoes instead of riding boots. If I was a cop, I think I would want the riding boots and riding pants option for my uniform.
Rachel, I just read your blog-- the whole thing. I enjoy your writing so much that I am nervous to even write this comment to present to such greatness. I was laughing out loud at "Godspeed, youngling!", your reaction to the Australian man, and the Philly cheese steak sandwich exchange.
ReplyDeleteWay to make pizza delivery sound so much more interesting than even our super cool internships! c(; You seem to be someone who is herself interested in everyone, and makes the most of wherever she is. That's a fantastic quality.
Oh, and for the record, I think you still should be a writer. This blog itself reads like a book. You could totally publish something like this. I love it.
J.