ShrewdSpirit
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This is an excerpt from my delivery driver book. Tell me what yall think...
Chapter 13: Back to School
“Austin, you’ve got fifty pizzas going to Liberty High. The Glee Club is having some sort of party for their musical.” “No way! That’s where I went to high school,” he said. “Well, you’re going back to school,” said Paul. The crew had been hard at working crafting these fifty pizzas for the past hour. The school had phoned in an advance order earlier in the day, and they had already made the pizzas. “Remember to cut these in ten slices, not six, and write P for Pepperoni or C for Cheese on all the boxes. Also, bring them a bunch of plates and napkins,” said Paul. This became a rather enormous task. The pizzas flooded out of the oven, and Austin scrambled to get in them into the boxes before they fell on the floor. After he labeled them, he put the pizzas in hot bags, cramming five into each, a total of ten bags all together. Travis helped him carry them out to the car. Getting all fifty pizzas into that little Honda Civic was another issue. He cleared out the junk in his back seat and made room for the bags; some he put in the passenger seat, others in the trunk. Of course, they were piled so high in the back, that they blocked his rear vision; Austin hoped he wouldn’t get pulled over for this.
Austin soon arrived at Liberty High School. It didn’t look that different. He started reminiscing about all the good times he had there - hanging out with friends, flirting with hot girls, skipping class to go to the BK Lounge, etc. Then he started to worry about. What if he ran into his old teachers? What if girls pointed and laughed at him? Austin grabbed two bags and went in through the main entrance. The pizzas were stacked so high, he could barely see over them. The halls were filled with exuberant teenagers. He passed some cute, little cheerleaders who pointed at him and giggled. Some brothers shouted to him, “Pizza man, gimme my pizza!” Austin felt quite embarrassed.
Austin wasn’t really sure where to go, so he made his way to the front office. “Hi, I’ve got fifty pizzas for the Glee Club,” he said. The receptionist greeted him, “you’ll need a badge, since you’re on school property.” She gave him a badge to wear with his name on it that he put on his goofy uniform. Security had been tightened due to the Columbine Massacre a few years ago. Just then, he saw a familiar face, Ms. Sternmeiser, his old high school principal, a grew-haired old lady, with a permanent scowl on her face. This was the last person he wanted to see. He was hoping she would be dead by now. “Austin, is that you?” she said. “Yes, how have you been Ms. Sternmeiser?” he said. “So what are you doing with your life now?” she said. “I’m delivering pizzas. I just finished UCLA, but couldn’t get a job, so now I’m working here.” “Delivering pizza? You should have a nice job by now. Are you staying out of trouble?” she asked. Austin recalled how she gave him in-school suspension for leaving school grounds during lunch and detention for being late too many times. “Um, yeah, I straightened up my act now,” explained Austin. “Well, keep your nose clean and get a good job. You can’t be goofing around, having fun your whole life,” she said. “Yes, Ms. Sternmeiser,” he said, and with that he left the office and made his way to the drama hall.
The drama hall was on the other side of campus, so he had to walk through the halls, passing scores of giggling kids; he even saw his old English teacher, but he pretended not to notice on her and kept walking. At the drama hall, the Glee Club was putting on a Madonna number, singing and dancing so cheerfully. Other kids sat in the chairs and watched, maybe a hundred of them. “Pizza!” shouted like a dozen kids as they rushed over to Austin. The Glee Club coach came up to the Austin, “just put them on these tables over there. Spread em out,” he said. So Austin was no longer just a delivery driver, he was a caterer now. He still had to go back to his car and make four more trips, carrying those heavy pizzas back to the drama hall. By the end, his arms were all sore and tired. “Ok, that’s all of them,” he said to the drama teacher, “fifty pizzas, twenty-five cheese and twenty-five pepperoni, four hundred dollars.” The school got a deal, since they were ordering so many - eight dollars a pizza. “Thank you so much,” the teacher said, handing him a white envelope that said pizza on it. Austin walked out of there and began counting the money; there were twenties, tens, fives, ones; apparently, they had a made a collection, and all the kids put in money. All in all there was four hundred fifty dollars; Austin received a fifty dollar tip, the biggest he had ever gotten. He went back out to his car, parked illegally, and back to the store, hoping to never see this place again.
Chapter 13: Back to School
“Austin, you’ve got fifty pizzas going to Liberty High. The Glee Club is having some sort of party for their musical.” “No way! That’s where I went to high school,” he said. “Well, you’re going back to school,” said Paul. The crew had been hard at working crafting these fifty pizzas for the past hour. The school had phoned in an advance order earlier in the day, and they had already made the pizzas. “Remember to cut these in ten slices, not six, and write P for Pepperoni or C for Cheese on all the boxes. Also, bring them a bunch of plates and napkins,” said Paul. This became a rather enormous task. The pizzas flooded out of the oven, and Austin scrambled to get in them into the boxes before they fell on the floor. After he labeled them, he put the pizzas in hot bags, cramming five into each, a total of ten bags all together. Travis helped him carry them out to the car. Getting all fifty pizzas into that little Honda Civic was another issue. He cleared out the junk in his back seat and made room for the bags; some he put in the passenger seat, others in the trunk. Of course, they were piled so high in the back, that they blocked his rear vision; Austin hoped he wouldn’t get pulled over for this.
Austin soon arrived at Liberty High School. It didn’t look that different. He started reminiscing about all the good times he had there - hanging out with friends, flirting with hot girls, skipping class to go to the BK Lounge, etc. Then he started to worry about. What if he ran into his old teachers? What if girls pointed and laughed at him? Austin grabbed two bags and went in through the main entrance. The pizzas were stacked so high, he could barely see over them. The halls were filled with exuberant teenagers. He passed some cute, little cheerleaders who pointed at him and giggled. Some brothers shouted to him, “Pizza man, gimme my pizza!” Austin felt quite embarrassed.
Austin wasn’t really sure where to go, so he made his way to the front office. “Hi, I’ve got fifty pizzas for the Glee Club,” he said. The receptionist greeted him, “you’ll need a badge, since you’re on school property.” She gave him a badge to wear with his name on it that he put on his goofy uniform. Security had been tightened due to the Columbine Massacre a few years ago. Just then, he saw a familiar face, Ms. Sternmeiser, his old high school principal, a grew-haired old lady, with a permanent scowl on her face. This was the last person he wanted to see. He was hoping she would be dead by now. “Austin, is that you?” she said. “Yes, how have you been Ms. Sternmeiser?” he said. “So what are you doing with your life now?” she said. “I’m delivering pizzas. I just finished UCLA, but couldn’t get a job, so now I’m working here.” “Delivering pizza? You should have a nice job by now. Are you staying out of trouble?” she asked. Austin recalled how she gave him in-school suspension for leaving school grounds during lunch and detention for being late too many times. “Um, yeah, I straightened up my act now,” explained Austin. “Well, keep your nose clean and get a good job. You can’t be goofing around, having fun your whole life,” she said. “Yes, Ms. Sternmeiser,” he said, and with that he left the office and made his way to the drama hall.
The drama hall was on the other side of campus, so he had to walk through the halls, passing scores of giggling kids; he even saw his old English teacher, but he pretended not to notice on her and kept walking. At the drama hall, the Glee Club was putting on a Madonna number, singing and dancing so cheerfully. Other kids sat in the chairs and watched, maybe a hundred of them. “Pizza!” shouted like a dozen kids as they rushed over to Austin. The Glee Club coach came up to the Austin, “just put them on these tables over there. Spread em out,” he said. So Austin was no longer just a delivery driver, he was a caterer now. He still had to go back to his car and make four more trips, carrying those heavy pizzas back to the drama hall. By the end, his arms were all sore and tired. “Ok, that’s all of them,” he said to the drama teacher, “fifty pizzas, twenty-five cheese and twenty-five pepperoni, four hundred dollars.” The school got a deal, since they were ordering so many - eight dollars a pizza. “Thank you so much,” the teacher said, handing him a white envelope that said pizza on it. Austin walked out of there and began counting the money; there were twenties, tens, fives, ones; apparently, they had a made a collection, and all the kids put in money. All in all there was four hundred fifty dollars; Austin received a fifty dollar tip, the biggest he had ever gotten. He went back out to his car, parked illegally, and back to the store, hoping to never see this place again.