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interesting night
Here's a lesson in pizza delivery, told in story form:
Julia has clocked out three orders, to take to Couch tower, the Sigma Phi Epsilon house, and an apartment complex on McGee. She calls the dorm and frat house delivery first, to ensure they will be waiting for her downstairs/outside. The Couch delivery goes well, but she is a little behind on time. She parks in front of the SPE house. There are about 10 people outside; it's obvious there's a party going on. She turns on her hazards and gets out of the car. She finds the correct gentleman, but he has forgotten his credit card, which she needs to make an imprint of on her receipt. He goes back inside to get it, and invites her inside to stay warm. She accepts. She waits in the lobby of the SPE house while the guy gets his credit card from his room and brings it to her. They complete the transaction, her getting a $2 tip from the deal, and she turns and leaves the frat house.
To an empty street.
No partiers, NO CAR.
You see, when you leave your &*^$@ing car - or worse yet, SOMEONE ELSE'S *&#%&ing car - running outside of a frat house while they're having a party, and you are not outside watching it as well because you've had a momentary lapse of sanity and you go inside to stay warm, *&%#*(ing frat guys will drive away in it.
So Julia borrows a cell phone, calls her store, and they tell her they will call the police for her. She stands outside this frat house, furious at herself and the stupid guys who must've done this. She accosts everyone who walks up from the street or out of the house. "Did you see a car with a Papa John's topper on it? A red Nissan?" No one has, and everyone is drunk. Finally someone sober walks up, who seems to have his *(&% together, and they discuss what to do. While doing so, a familiar face walks back up to the house; someone who had left a few minutes ago and had been accosted.
"Hey, I was just here talking to you, about your car... and over down that way there's a red car with a Papa John's light on top just sitting with its blinkers on."
The sober guy and I go together to check it out, and yes, the car was just moved over a block. The pizza that was inside was STILL THERE, the car topper was STILL THERE, my purse was STILL THERE. The &#^$ing jerks just moved it. Just to be &$%@ing jerks.
I call the store, I call the cops, everything is resettled. Since no one saw anything, I can't really do much. I suppose the boss will be calling me in the morning, and maybe we'll put an embargo (har) on that frat house or something.
One thing's for sure: I am never, ever stepping foot inside a frat house again without keys in my pocket. Even if it's just for a second.
Julia has clocked out three orders, to take to Couch tower, the Sigma Phi Epsilon house, and an apartment complex on McGee. She calls the dorm and frat house delivery first, to ensure they will be waiting for her downstairs/outside. The Couch delivery goes well, but she is a little behind on time. She parks in front of the SPE house. There are about 10 people outside; it's obvious there's a party going on. She turns on her hazards and gets out of the car. She finds the correct gentleman, but he has forgotten his credit card, which she needs to make an imprint of on her receipt. He goes back inside to get it, and invites her inside to stay warm. She accepts. She waits in the lobby of the SPE house while the guy gets his credit card from his room and brings it to her. They complete the transaction, her getting a $2 tip from the deal, and she turns and leaves the frat house.
To an empty street.
No partiers, NO CAR.
You see, when you leave your &*^$@ing car - or worse yet, SOMEONE ELSE'S *&#%&ing car - running outside of a frat house while they're having a party, and you are not outside watching it as well because you've had a momentary lapse of sanity and you go inside to stay warm, *&%#*(ing frat guys will drive away in it.
So Julia borrows a cell phone, calls her store, and they tell her they will call the police for her. She stands outside this frat house, furious at herself and the stupid guys who must've done this. She accosts everyone who walks up from the street or out of the house. "Did you see a car with a Papa John's topper on it? A red Nissan?" No one has, and everyone is drunk. Finally someone sober walks up, who seems to have his *(&% together, and they discuss what to do. While doing so, a familiar face walks back up to the house; someone who had left a few minutes ago and had been accosted.
"Hey, I was just here talking to you, about your car... and over down that way there's a red car with a Papa John's light on top just sitting with its blinkers on."
The sober guy and I go together to check it out, and yes, the car was just moved over a block. The pizza that was inside was STILL THERE, the car topper was STILL THERE, my purse was STILL THERE. The &#^$ing jerks just moved it. Just to be &$%@ing jerks.
I call the store, I call the cops, everything is resettled. Since no one saw anything, I can't really do much. I suppose the boss will be calling me in the morning, and maybe we'll put an embargo (har) on that frat house or something.
One thing's for sure: I am never, ever stepping foot inside a frat house again without keys in my pocket. Even if it's just for a second.