Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess |
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It has become a nonsense tradition for Bob and I to get Pizza every Sunday. Although Vocelli's Pizza is a bit pricey compared to other pizzas in our area, we prefer it above the others most of the time. Pizza Sundays seem kind of empty when we are outside of football season, so, during this time of year, (fall), our name cards are placed on the bed in front of the big TV for football and then it's a coin toss for who gets to get dressed and go get pizza. Bob is usually a nice guy and offers to go get it. We are outside of delivery range, so I don't have any good delivery stories from the receiving end - yet. For several weeks now, Bob's been mumbling about wanting wings. Since I don't really like wings, he's been setting for Pizza. I told him yesterday that I can always get cheese sticks and chicken tenders, or something along that line, so we decided that yesterday we'd call Buffalo Wild Wings and get some wings and chicken strips. It is always so noisy there, the fellow who answered the phone didn't really hear what I was ordering, so Bob got his wings, but instead of a side of strips and a side of Mozerella sticks, I got a chicken strip meal that included onion rings along with a side of Mozeralla sticks. The meal cost about five bucks more than it should have, and about eight dollars more than what we usually spend on pizza and bread sticks. Hey, it's just a once-in-a-long-while change. Since I wasn't really feeling well, Bob offered to go get the food. He's my hero. I dozed off not too long after he left - these new fangled digital recorders (like TiVo and the various satellite recorders) tend to spoil a sort; we put it on "pause" and then fast forward through the commercials. So, ... call us cheaters, we don't mind. My phone woke me up, it was Bob and he'd been in a small accident. The food rolled off of his seat, so he stopped about fifteen feet short of the stop sign in the parking lot to grab the food and put it back up on the seat. We wouldn't want BBQ sauce all over the lid of the take-out box, now would we? As he started to straighten back up, he noticed a larger SUV backing out of the parking space he had stopped behind. He couldn't get to his horn to warn the lady that there was an obstruction before she backed into him. There wasn't a lot of damage,  as a matter of fact, from the pictures, you almost can't tell where the indentations are. But the door does not open smoothly, and the mirror is bent downward about a half inch, so there is some damage to the operation of the door. As Bob got out of his car, the woman said she was sorry, but inquired why he had stopped directly behind her car as she was backing out. Bob noticed another woman walking briskly toward them as Bob explained his food fell off the seat, and natural reaction is to reach down and pick it up again. Strangely enough, the third party lady spoke up, and said, "Well, you shoud have your food under control, it's clearly YOUR fault", glaring at Bob with her arms crossed. Then, as the "Strength in Numbers" rule took effect, the driver of the SUV agreed saying, "Well, you shouldn't have stopped directly behind me, either." Bob then made the smart move and said, "I'm calling for a police report - I'm not going anywhere." The offender quickly took the name and phone number of her witness and waited for the police to arrive. Bob told the officer that he probably would have said, "just let it go" until the SUV driver sided with a third party witness in blaming bob for being in his driving lane in the parking lot and stopping - which, is NOT a law - rather than blaming herself for not being able to navigate the oversized vehicle she chose.  Bob first tried to be a bit sympathetic saying, "Well, I am a small car and can easily hide behind an SUV...", but quickly countered himself with the thought, "But then again, what if I was a child, or a run-away stroller with an infant behind that SUV?" When the cop arrived, he said to Bob, "Well, it's obvious what happened here, and if you need a full report for your insurance company, the Police office can fax one over tomorrow afternoon."Bob went up to the insurance office Monday morning and explained the situation. The woman behind the desk tried hard not to laugh at the fact the SUV backing out of a parking space was trying to put the blame on a car in the driving lane. She rolled her eyes and said it was a shame that it even had to come to this. And all because of Bob's Taste Buds!!!! |