Just thought I'd share

     Night time is when my brain takes out my most embarrassing memories and makes me relive them- from a book Dave Barry wrote some time back.  Don't think it is exact.  Very funny writer, I highly recommend him.  As I remember that lead into a story about his early years and a dance.  Enough about Dave though.

     Not sure why, but a memory came back to me over the weekend.  Thought I'd blog about it.  Then said nah.  It's been in the back of my mind, just sitting there, I glance at it from time to time.  Thought well I did share so let's share something from my past.  Then I figured something slightly bitter and something funny.  So it's a 2 fer.

     Weekend existed, this week is nothing to really talk about, yet.  Let's get back into the fogginess that is my memory.  Back into the last century.  The early 90's.  Before cell phones, before ATM machines, yep way back I reckon.

     Was in my early 20's, delivering pizza, living on my own.  Enjoying life so to speak.  Remember this 1 waitress.  Calling her Dahlia.  She was easily in her early 40's then, 60's now.  Blond, thin, nice personality.  Divorced with 2 kids.  Really enjoyed her company.  I'd listen about her scummy ex husband, who'd even bring the kids there on kids night.  After a harrowing tale about her leaving one night.  Although I no longer think it had to do with the job.  Apparently her ex had someone stalk her for him.  I was young and had no doubt it was true.

     Dude had come up to her window and said I bet you give great BJ's.  She sped off, said she was chased and couldn't find a cop.  The chase finally ended.  The story as I still think on it was sketchier even then.

     Well she had a habit of parking in the back, outside the door, so every night I'd walk her to her car.  Maybe some familiarities, trying not to taint my memory.  Anyway this went on for quite awhile.  In the middle of this and now I'm wondering if I want to continue?  It's a weird non cohesive tale with no real ending.  Okay you've been warned.

     I remember coming back to work after the weekend.  As I was talking to her someone came by to tell her what a great party she'd thrown.  The look on Dahlia's face was that of someone that was caught in an embarrassing situation.  I remember her turning to me saying sorry she didn't invite me.  She thought I was under age.  Funny thing was there was no mention of this in the entire previous conversation.  I let it go, no big deal.

     Seemed quite a few people had been invited.  Okay.  She seemed a bit uncomfortable about it.  Then the icing on the cake.  One ,and not the only one by the way, of the high school kids thanked her for the invite.  I remember kind of looking at her.  She wanted to say something, and I said oh and you didn't know that high school kids were under age?  I remember walking away and not talking to her for the rest of the day.

     I was getting a few chuckles directed at me.  Then clincher was at the end of her shift she waited for my by the door asking if I was going to walk her out.  I could see the sarcastic smiles of one of the kids to my right.  I told her to have one of her friends walk her out.

     Didn't maintain much contact after that. Just a nodding acquaintance.  Just one of those random memories huh.  Although I do think it loses something in the translation from memory to written word..

     Okay this entry is long enough.  No clue how this relates to the above, timeline wise, before or after.  Just a funny Delivery story.  This was one of the chain pizza stores and we delivered.  As with any place you have your regulars and such.  I can still remember 1 house.  You had to drive 10 min to get there, passing an excellent pizza place I ate at, that they could walk to.

     These people I genuinely felt bad for.  They were very good tippers.  However, every order had an issue.  Soda's forgotten, bread sticks, pizza's misplaced.  Well this time the order came in.  It was for 1 pie and I was going to make it a mission to get this to them perfectly with no screw ups.  I raced there in my little car.  Up the lawn, pie delivered, tip in hand.  My hand upon my car door they came running down the lawn.  "Excuse me, we ordered a Sausage pie, is this Sausage?"  They opened the box.

     At this time the place was running an add about ingredients.  It showed things, liked sausage being sliced carefully by a knife and such.  It looked good, on the commercial.

     The reality.  We got our ingredients from New Jersey.  Everything presliced.  2 kinds of meat.  One marked beef which went into the container marked beef.  One marked sausage, went into the container marked sausage.  Important?  YES BECAUSE THEY LOOKED IDENTICAL!

     I had little time to react.  They'd beat me back to the house and call the store if I didn't respond.  Remember cell phones didn't exactly exist then.  Thinking quickly on my feet I smiled and said, "What does it taste like?", no way in Hell I was eating it.  The man took a piece, made a face, said, and this is a quote "Baloney?"  of is it bologna?  Anyway I said that's our Sausage, enjoy and drove off.

     Yes I can tell you for a fact they did keep ordering, I cannot remember with any clarity if they ever ordered Sausage Pizza again.

Later.