I suspect Deb would have handled this situation a lot better in real life.I suspect Deb would have handled this situation a lot better in real life. This is the story as Deb tells it (albeit, with my title). Hot Pizza It had been a long day. It seemed like everybody in town was having a party to celebrate the beginning of spring break. The only thing that saved me from utter exhaustion was that most of the frat types were in Florida already, so I just had to deal with the ones who couldn't afford the trip. I'd been pedalling all over town, dropping off half a dozen with pepperoni here, ten with everything there, and seven mushroom and olive everywhere else (Ick. I hate mushrooms and olives). By the time I got to the last delivery before my shift ended, I was beat. I was also freezing, since it was one of those god-awful spring days that make you think the seasons have gone back to winter to try again. When I saw it was clouding up, I was really pissed. Sure enough, halfway up the hill to Frat Row, the rain started. It didn't just drizzle, it poured buckets. If it was raining cats and dogs, they must have been lions and dire wolves. The pizzas were warm and dry in their insulated bag, but I was soaked and shivering by the time I got to the house that had ordered them. I must have been quite a sight with my nipples tight from the cold, clearly visible through the thin, white T-shirt that Crusty's Pizza insisted was a delivery uniform. |