New Nickname
So, I was working this delivery gig for a local food delivery service, similar to GrubHub. You know, bringing pizza and pasta right to people’s doors. Well, while hopping out of my not-so-clean Jeep Wrangler, the pasta order tumbled out and scattered across the vehicle’s messy floor.
A more respectable move would have been to return to the restaurant, swallow the $10 loss, and get a fresh order. But, not me. Instead, I swept up the pasta, brushed off the grime and bits of random fluff, and packed it right back into its container. Yup, then went on to deliver it to the unsuspecting customers.
Man, it didn’t take long before they fired me—I mean, it was literally two hours later. Ever since that day, my buddies can’t resist calling me “Pasta Fingers”. Thanks, guys.