The manager didn’t want them to give a homeless man pizza, so they conspired with a customer to get the man free food » TwistedSifter

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“In the early 2000s, I worked at a well-known American pizza delivery chain.

Anyone who has ever worked in the American foodservice industry probably knows what a restaurant dumpster fire failure looks like.

On many nights it was literally just me and one driver looking after the entire restaurant.

This was a busy job.

Breaks were out of the question because the restaurant would be completely unattended, the recent franchise buyers were complete idiots who showed up unannounced to yell at me, and the vast majority of our customers ordered once and never again.

We had pizza deliveries that took over 90 minutes, people taking them back to the store… it was a nightmare.

And I was paid $8.50 an hour to work shifts.

One evening I was working a shift and it was extremely quiet. Such evenings were not unusual and were actually the only reason I still worked there.

Well, it’s already eleven o’clock at night, as I’m standing by the phones watching the clock tick, and an obviously homeless man walks in. He introduces himself as Ricky and asks if we have any pizzas left that no one has picked up.

Why don’t you help that man?

I tell him apologetically that we didn’t do that. He smiles and thanks me anyway, but since I’m in such a good mood, I ask him what he wants. He says he likes pizza for meat lovers.

Since he’s not a sociopath like some of our customers (I’m looking at you, Mr. Teriyaki Bacon and Sardines Guy), I say I’d like to make one for him. Ricky is so grateful at this point that he sits down in one of our chairs and starts bouncing up and down like a little kid.

I place the order and pay for it myself. It ends up being $12, or basically an hour and a half of work for me. Good deal in my eyes. Ricky looks at me and applauds my dough hitting/turning skills.

This is where trouble comes.

As the pizza comes out of the oven, the district manager – the brother of the franchisee – enters. He starts yelling as usual and accuses me of stealing from the store.

As he begins his tirade, one of our few regulars, Henry, enters. Henry hears the tirade and looks very uncomfortable. Finally I tell the district manager that I paid for the pizza out of my own pocket.

Area manager yells some more, calls me a liar, says the count better be right that night, and leaves. I apologize to Henry and Ricky, both of whom say to me, an 18-year-old kid, “Yeah, work sucks, doesn’t it.”

Ricky gets his pizza, Henry gets his, and they leave around the same time. I see them talking outside.

The next evening Henry calls me to place an order. This was unusual because he was generally a once-a-week guy. I also thought it was unusual that he ordered a meat lovers pizza instead of his usual supreme.

Wouldn’t you know it?!?!

I accepted it, made it and twenty minutes later Henry called again apologetically to cancel it. I say okay. By a bizarre coincidence, Ricky came in around that time and asked for a pizza. I just had one that wouldn’t get eaten while it sat under the heater.

And so the nightly dance began. Henry would call, order a meat lovers pizza, and I would get it. Henry then called again, canceled and Ricky happened to come over. Every night, at the same time. You could time it down to the second. This went on for months.

Eventually the area manager got wind because a bootlicking colleague of mine was sedating me, but I responded that I was just doing my job as instructed. They then stopped short of quietly putting me in the roster rotation, but I really didn’t care.

About a year later the restaurant went under. Obviously it wasn’t all Henry, but I was glad it disappeared.

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