Fun story: In 2000, I was making pizzas at a Domino’s in Colorado. After some sketchier places of employment, I didn’t mind driving the seven miles to work at a shop that I could have fun at (and scoring some free chow for later didn’t hurt, either!) This was when I owned a 1987 Monte Carlo SS, a car I was over the moon to own. And I wasn’t the only Super Sport owner…one of the delivery drivers had a canary yellow one. And we didn’t get along. I couldn’t tell you why it happened, but one night we decided to have a freaking burnout contest in the employee parking lot. He got fired (one too many infractions) and I got the ass-chewing of a lifetime from the manager. Apparently someone had called the fire department because they thought the store was burning down. Whoops…
Then there’s this. Earning the tip by ripping a burnout in an absolute bucket of a BMW. Foot to floor, dump clutch, feather brake, make smoke. Are you kidding me?! The few times I delivered pizzas, I had to deal with snotty college kids who were always broke! Some people have all the luck…
