The Pizza Dude
I do pizza delivery as my second job, and I live in Australia. And, well, I work here too. So this happened last year sometime. I get a delivery for a place I haven’t been to before. I get there and knock on the door. A huge, hairy bearded man opened the door. I could smell the pot smoke as soon as he opened the door, which is not at all unusual.
When he saw that I had pizza, the grin that spread across his face, well, it was infectious. “Guys. Pizza’s here,” he called. He took the pizzas. He paid. He then asked if I had any menus. “Sorry man. But if I’m coming back past this way, I’ll drop one in.” “No stress dude. All good.” I don’t end up going past there that night. But the following week I get a delivery on the same road.
So I make sure to grab a menu. I call in there on my way back to the shop and knock on the door. After a moment, the door opens a crack and he peers out. “Ahh,” I said. “I delivered pizza here last week and I have a menu.” That grin again. He opened the door and called, “Hey guys. It’s the guy who delivered our pizzas last week. And he’s got a menu.”
As far as he was concerned, I was the greatest guy in the world. He said if I ever needed any weed to let him know. A couple of hours later, I was delivering to another place and the instructions were to go to the shed out the back. I knock on the shed door and open it. There’s some guys sitting around a table playing poker…including my new friend.
“HEY,” he says. “It’s my pizza dude.” He then gets up and gives me a huge hug. I had no choice. I had to hug him back. And it was good. He then proceeds to tell the rest of the guys how awesome I was for remembering to bring him a menu. They just smiled and nodded as if they were thinking, “Man, He’s so out of it.” Anyway, it made my night.
I’ve delivered to him a few other times, and he is always cool and friendly.
Story credit: Reddit / peterunwingeorgewall