I had someone ring the doorbell to my flat at 11.30 tonight. I'll just mention quickly that i'm a student warden at a halls of residence so we sort of look after the place when the owner goes home. But anyway, i got downstairs to answer the door and it was an employee of a pizza delivery company beginning in Dom and ending in inos. He had a thick accent which i couldn't quite put a location on but he was probably from somewhere that isn't used to running water let alone pizza deliveries. He asked me;
"Err....its pizza delivery for you?"
No. No it fucking isn't.
The name on the box said 'David' and my name isn't that, clearly. After i'd clotheslined him he got back up and we went out looking for this 'David'. He was nowhere to be seen, so i asked the pizza delivery boy to call the number on the box like they're supposed to. He had no idea what i was talking about. Aren't these companies supposed to employ people who actually know what their job entails better than a random student who's never delivered pizzas in his life?
I sent him back to his car and told him to sit in it while i slashed his tyres. Just as i did this a guy emerged from the nearby flats and picked up his pizzas, and the pizza guy drove off without even thanking me. He was so stupid he didn't even realise his tyres were out and he crashed into a tree! So i went back inside and had some Monster Munch.
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