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So years ago, I'm in the US hanging out in Dallas visiting my family while I'm between projects when a friend of mine calls me up due to a confluence of events - wife had given birth, delivery guys had quit or gotten arrested for dealing drugs, cook was sick, etc. So this guy had recently quit the software industry before he bought himself a little Italian takeout and pizza joint in North Dallas so he had this sweet NSX that he'd bought with dotcom money. I always wanted to drive his car, so I thought to myself, "Aha, now is the time."
I was like, "Yeah, I can help out at the restaurant. But only if I get to make deliveries in your car. And I get to keep the tips." So dude hangs up on me. I figured if he was really desperate, he'd call back. Which he did in pretty short order.
I ended up spending about a two weeks deliverating pizza in my buddy's NSX ala the Deliverator from Snow Crash. I'd do all sorts of shit, like leaving the engine running, sprinting back to the car and peeling out after giving dudes their pizza. I'd leave my sunglasses on in the evenings when I'd pull up to the security booth at these gated business park/campuses (Texas Instruments was the biggest and most frequent customer) and when the guard would ask what I was doing there, I'd respond, "Pizza delivery for building XYZ, what time is it?" I'd always ask what time it was to make it seem like that's all I cared about.
I will say this, though. People tip a lot less when you show up in a supercar that looks like a Ferrari at the curb. Apartment deliveries weren't a big deal, but I got stiffed on a lot of house deliveries. You'd see these guys holding their prepared tips back after they spotted the car. It was funny as hell to see the puzzled looks on dudes' faces when they'd look past me to the curb, especially if that was the only car on the street. I spotted a lot of dudes looking out the window or door at me as I'd rev the engine and peel out.
I probably took a couple thousand premature miles off the clutch and tires of that car.
I was like, "Yeah, I can help out at the restaurant. But only if I get to make deliveries in your car. And I get to keep the tips." So dude hangs up on me. I figured if he was really desperate, he'd call back. Which he did in pretty short order.
I ended up spending about a two weeks deliverating pizza in my buddy's NSX ala the Deliverator from Snow Crash. I'd do all sorts of shit, like leaving the engine running, sprinting back to the car and peeling out after giving dudes their pizza. I'd leave my sunglasses on in the evenings when I'd pull up to the security booth at these gated business park/campuses (Texas Instruments was the biggest and most frequent customer) and when the guard would ask what I was doing there, I'd respond, "Pizza delivery for building XYZ, what time is it?" I'd always ask what time it was to make it seem like that's all I cared about.
I will say this, though. People tip a lot less when you show up in a supercar that looks like a Ferrari at the curb. Apartment deliveries weren't a big deal, but I got stiffed on a lot of house deliveries. You'd see these guys holding their prepared tips back after they spotted the car. It was funny as hell to see the puzzled looks on dudes' faces when they'd look past me to the curb, especially if that was the only car on the street. I spotted a lot of dudes looking out the window or door at me as I'd rev the engine and peel out.
I probably took a couple thousand premature miles off the clutch and tires of that car.