Pizza Delivery
 

You're always kind of at the mercy of pizza (or other) delivery places. You're trusting that for your extra bucks (sometimes enforced by the vendor, sometimes added by you as courtesy) your food is going to arrive in a timely manner, at appropriate temperatures, and everything you ordered is actually in the bag.

We have a couple places that do manage this for us. My dept. is a captive audience. We're not permitted to leave the building so if we want something, it means a phone call.

How to know when you order too often from the same place:

1. You're on a first name basis with the delivery guy.

2. He knows the story behind the "secret name" your department uses when they order food.

3. He brings an order for a staff member (who typically orders Fried Mushrooms, a Cheese Steak, an order of Hot Wings and a 2 liter Diet Coke) and says "You tell-a Joshie I'm-a worried about his cholesterol"

Re: Pizza Delivery
 

Whats that all about?

Many, many years ago, one of the guys had this girlfriend who was, much to his delight, very horny.

She would, however, approach him, often in public settings, or while there were people in their apartment to demand attention. And she would be very specific.

He didn't want her NOT to approach him, but he was sufficiently suave that he didn't want her blurting out her rather specific requests in front of large groups of people, including his parents.

So he made up a code word for her.

And that's the name we use when we order pizza.

Well, damn. Don't leave us all hanging. What's the word?

No shit wolf. Much like Scott Tenorman, that was totally not cool.

i ran a pizza delivery store. it ain't so glamorous:D

What, and let you be able to fuck up my pizza order?

hey now man, I'm a pizza delivery guy myself. Now, as a pizza consumer I understand that you want your pizza there really fast. But as a guy making an hourly wage of 5.15 an hour I will say that if you dont tip you go in the computers. And in the delivery guys massive chunk of memory devoted to the pricks that stiffed him. I couldn't tell you what I had for dinner last night, but right off the bat I can give you the names, adresses and orders of at least 5 stiffs. So remember, we're often busy, and we're trying our best. And most of the time it's the fuckin cooks fault.

One of the reasons that we are on a first-name basis with our pizza delivery guy is that we (staff) DO tip. Overtip a lot of the time, to make up for the patients who don't. Our guy doesn't mind that the patients don't tip really big ... he knows what our hospital is about, and that most of our clients don't have a lot of bucks to spare when they are treating themselves to a dinner not served on a plastic tray. We actually took a restaurant off our approved list because the delivery guys got hostile over low tips ... despite their compulsory $3 (yeah, three bucks) delivery fee.

wow that story reminds me of me and my ex-bf

When I was in college, many meals came from the 'dead' pizzas from the delivery place. We'd call and ask if they had any failed deliveries -- sometimes they were less than desirable combinations -- but for 1 or 2 bucks for a large, us beggars were not choosers.

Every now and again a patient will refuse to pay for food they ordered. When this happens, if we are hungry, and if it's something we might enjoy, we negotiate with the delivery guy.

Freshman year of college, the Domino's guy was making a delivery to my dorm but forgot to lock his car (actually, it was still running - but who'd want a 1990 Corolla on a spare doughnut tire?).

Anyway, some assholes got into his vehicle and stole all his deliveries. They stopped delivering to my dorm. That sucked big time.

It's not common to tip pizza deliveries in this country, as most of the places that deliver are delivery only i.e. no restaurant, so people figure the cost of the delivery is built into the cost of the pizza.

My ex-housemate was an actor however, which meant delivering pizzas a lot of the time, and she introduced me to the concept of tipping. Always keen to give money away and ingratiate myself with anyone who provides food I have tipped ever since.

Has it helped?
Nope.
I get a different driver every time, I have to wait at the window from 10 minutes after ordering because my name isn't on the doorbell and my sole pleasure is the look of delight on the driver's face when I say "Keep the change."

But hey - that's good enough :)

retain your doorbell anonymity and expediate pizza delivery by putting "PIZZA" on your doorbell. ;)

Doctors bury their mistakes; pizza people mostly eat theirs.

I've been waiting for this thread to devolve into some sort of cheesy porn scenario rip-off but so far-nothing. Doesn't anyone have a story about getting it on with your best friend and the pizza delivery guy? It's not a classic story for nothing, you know. I'll bet it's happend TONS of times.

There was this one time at pizza camp...

I worked at a pizza place for years in high school. Two separate drivers claimed to have been propositioned in that manner, but they declined because A.) said women did not look like porn stars, and B.) they did not want to lose their jobs for taking too long on a run.

I think B.) is where a lot of those "I never thought those letters were real until I was delivering a pizza one night..." lose me. Anyone who has been involved in any way with pizzas knows that it's all about the hustle.

Besides, I prefer the cabana boy gets an eyeful story line better.

One of the few jobs I have never had.
I almost always over-tip. I blame the cook when it is his fault, I have been a server.
I get pissed when they don't let me give directions to new drivers. If they don't make it on time after this, no tip.
Gotta' try that "dead order thing" with my normal order for future frozen snacks, good tip, thanks.
With the new insulated bags, I'm pretty lenient with the times as long as they are honest about it before hand or call me to let me know they are running behind, which my place is really good about.
I normally order from privately owned joints, I prefer Chicago style.

I know for a fact that Richh and a girl did "tip" a pizza guy that way. The girl, not Richh.

I remember you posted links to his story archives a while back. And I remember the story. It had a happy ending as I recall.

No...but I do have a story about the alarm system service men. I had been trying to arrange a time for weeks for them to come in and remove the alarm system. I have a slightly busy schedule that doesn't accomodate anything but late night events so they decided that they would come early one morning, around 7ish before I had to be at work. I am not a morning person by any means of the word. I despise mornings. Anyway, I completely forgot that they were supposed to come over, but I had left a note on the door for a "friend" who was also coming by...and jumped in the shower. I walked out of the bathroom, naked mind you, and into the faces of two completely strange men. If I wouldn't have been so completely freaked out and scared...maybe it could have been a better story huh? One of them was actually pretty cute.

Any photos you're willing to post?

Actually, I do have photos and video...but none that I'm just willing to post for the hell of it lol. Nice try tho :Þ

Well, if you ever need somebody to make a point to the staff at Amadeos Too in person, give me a jingle...we're only a few blocks away and the staff knows us well.

Alos, if you don't know about them, try Tony's on Germantown Pike in Plymouth Meeting sometime. Scathingly good pizza and 'bolis. If they will deliver that far.

They might not make it to work, but they are probably in range of home. I'll have to give them a try.

We were recently happily surprised by Olympus Pizza in Swede Square, and we have really been liking Greco-Roman in Trooper. I guess it's trooper. You know, the no-man's land between Jeffersonville and Eagleville?

i havent had pizza in sooo long...mmm...pizza. aramingo avenue and cambria st. aramingo's best pizza: the best sliced pie you could eat.
ever.

Mine, or my Mom's, home-made is not to be sneezed at. We have the terra cotta bricks and lots of great recipes for dough and am very good at it after all these years of making it.

Man, I miss him. If the Cellar ever had an artist in residence, it was him.

hi
i came across this post by sheer accident and can't resist to ask what is the code what is the code
i am a pizza delivery guy and i enjoyed reading this

if we told you, we'd have to...

you don't want to know what's in the sausage.

Frank, since you're from New York, your code is obviously different.