Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess |
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Since today is Sunday, we are half-way through the football off-season, I thought I'd throw out a pizza / football story. Although I HATE missing the football games, delivery at most pizza shops is busy during football season, and tips are usually good. No one wants to bother counting money - they throw you a twenty and say - "yah, keep it -see ya..." grab the food and slam the door in hopes of not missing a single second of the game. At least that 's what happens if I just hum-drum go to the door and when they answer, do the normal routine, "That'll be ten bucks".. Some people are cool, however, and there is something about the cool cats that answer the door - you just KNOW they are folks with whom you can interact. I usually listen to the game on the radio while I'm driving. I like to time it so that I pull in the driveway as the play clock runs out and the play starts. I pick up the pizza and get out of the car, and if it's a long pass that ends up caught by a receiver, I'll run to the door - you can usually see inside people's windows so you know if they're watching the game or not, and when they open the door, I bombard them with, "What happened? How many yards did he get? Is it first down?" If the wife answers the door, it's likely she drearily says, "Oh, I'm not watching the game, I'm watching some [sappy] movie in the bedroom". If the husband answers, 95% of the time, and I'm not exaggerating here, he will say, "C'mon in - you can see the replay..." I kick off my shoes and run to the family room with him just in time to see the instant replay, the reception, and the yards. I join in with the family in a hoot or holler, then I thank them and turn to go back to my car. It's amazing to me the number of people who are really receptive to you, once they know you're a football enthusiast, too. **[We all know that a fanatic is someone who is more excited about something than YOU are - hence the use of "enthusiast" here.]** I've had invites to come back after my shift is over for wings and beer. I've had people ask me to stay during half time and party with them. I've had people tell me to bring back another pizza after the game and eat with them. People offer you sandwiches off of the grill - chips, dip, pop, beer, ... all sorts of snacks on game day. No other sport, no other event on TV - not even the olympics or a re-run of ROOTS, brings invitations like I've gotten to join families in front of the digital box on a football game day. It's a good thing that most folks order food in time for Half-Time; some of them would not be pleasant by the end of the game, after a night of too much food, too much alcohol, and especially, if it's been a night of... too much disappointment! GO STEELERS!! 
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