First off, I was in a rental car - my car (96 Civic EX) was in the body shop. Was in a 2002 Ford Escort, base model, with a slipping transmission.
Anyway, coming down my side of the road was a 2002 Honda Civic with its high beams on. I flashed my high beams on and off quickly, trying to get their attention (plus I was nearly blind from the lights). They turned their lights off and on, still high beams, got back on their side of the road, and parked. I flicked the high beams again (bad move Sean), then went around a curve in the road.
About 10 houses from my delivery, the Civic comes flying up next to me and swerves in front of me, forcing me into the curb. 2 guys get out, another guy pulls up in a pickup truck. 2 guys start screaming at me about flashing the lights. Thankfully, I had all the doors except the drivers door locked, and all windows up except the drivers window. One guy grabs the door and tries to yank it open, other grabs my shirt through the window and punches me in the face. (3rd guy did nothing but watch/egg them on). Their mistake was grabbing the door handle - I jumped into the passenger seat, balled up, and as soon as I heard the door unlatch, I kicked it as hard as I could.
One of them was trying to reach in again after me and instead (judging by the screams and where he was), probably caught the edge of the door in the crotch. Other guy had his hand on the door handle - I heard several bones break, and screams.
All 3 took off - I took off after the Civic long enough to get the plate # (amazingly the Escort kept up, though I was pulling some pretty insane stunts trying to keep up), called the police, and gave them the plate # and said "it's a silver 2002 Honda Civic coupe, LX" (matched perfect, cops said "you must know hondas pretty well"). Found the truck on the same street a few days later as well, gave plate # to police.
Unfortunately, this was 6 months ago, and I've yet to hear anything about it The snapping noises were by far the most satisfying noise I've ever heard though.
I had a hard time explaining to Enterprise how the door got bent though, and I managed to rip off half of the rear bumper while chasing them. If you ever have a rental, PAY THE EXTRA $9/DAY! It saved my ass
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It was a well-known obnoxious stiffer that I absolutely can't stand. This guy delights in making fun of me on a delivery. I can't believe people can be that rude when receiving a service. He had absolutely no right and his service was exemplary each time. A relatively new customer, I gave him the standard 5 stiffs in a row before I labeled him.
Anyway ...
He always pays cash to the next highest dollar. His order was $10.79. Sure enough, he gave me $11 in cash. After I quoted the total, he even said, "Here's eleven dollars. Keep the change."
I knew he would do that, so I was prepared. Before I left my car, I had 21 cents in my hand, all pennies and nickels. I palmed it. After the money transaction, when I reached into the hot bag to pull out the pizza, I dropped all the coins on the middle of the pizza box.
I simply left at that point without saying a word. No "thank you" from me. I walked back to my car. On my way, I noticed he dropped most of the coins on the floor when he moved the pizza inside. He couldn't hold the box perfectly level. He yelled, "Oh s^&t!" and tried to grab the coins. I was laughing to myself and by that time, I was at my car and took off.
To accept a 21-cent tip would be undignified. I just can't accept. Especially from someone who makes fun of me.
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There were two houses next to each other - 3801 and 3805 Gaywood - and they were fairly close by the shop. They would never order at the same time, and they always ordered big - lots of people. They'd have you come inside while they "looked for the person with the money". Meanwhile, their neighbors were rummaging through your car getting some of the food out of your car from your next order. At first, we thought it was some neighborhood kids just taking random advantage of an opportunity.
Eventually, we caught wise, and set a trap. Next time one of them ordered, we made up a phony ticket for another address and a pizza to go with the phony ticket. Looked yummy, too. Except, hidden under each slice of pepperoni was a small chunk of Ex-Lax. The phony-order pizza rode along with the driver while he delivered the real order. Sure enough, the phony pizza turned up missing after the driver dropped off the real order.
And you know, wonder of wonders, they continued to order, but no one's order ever turned up missing again.
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