(as seen at the evil empire, but I just had to liberate it)
So, uh… what’s your pizza-disaster story, y’all? I’ll go first.
Me, I used to deliver for Domino’s, and it was tonnes more fun than I’d imagined. First order of business was getting myself this freakin’ awesome powered-spotlight that plugged in to the cigarette lighter in my car, nominally so as to throw a spotlight on street addresses, at need. But hoh-my-god, that sucker was fun to play around with in general.
Also, like Ed Grimley, “I must say” that the tips were unusually good, to supplement the standard shit-wages of a delivery-boy. This was in 1990 btw, so wow… 36yrs ago, now. Tempus fugit, nonne?
Anyway, my most awkward encounter ever was the time I made a delivery, placed the pizza directly in to the man’s hands, and… for whatever reason(s) he dropped it. Right in front of me. Right between us. Probably one of the earliest scammers I ever dealt with, but it was hella embarrassing and awkward, dammit. I sure as heck didn’t know what to do or say…
How about you. Got anything…?
Next time retire all pepperonis, cut like a normal pizza and then put the pepperoni’s back.
No next time take all the pepperoni off after he does this, cut them in half with little scissors, then put them back
edit five hours and no one has acknowledged my pun? my pun must go acknowledged.
No wait…!!
I got a much-better idea! Just cut 36 different pizza-slices around each individual pepperoni, and then a few more around that barren wasteland.
NOW you can sell it as like 50 unique pizzas, right? :D
What about overlapping pepperoni?