Warning: rage from your friendly neighborhood pizza driver

Shitty people are really dragging me down. It's hard to not take it personally when a customer looks in my eyes and personally insults me. It's even harder to bite my tongue and not bust them right in the face, literally or otherwise, because then they just continue that cycle of malice.

There's an app so you can "track" the process of your frozen GMO pizza, and clearly people think I'm a robot who skips across sun beams directly to their doorstep. Ta da! And not that it takes me 30 minutes to get to their wretched cantankerous ass, because the other driver is a forreal mix between Forrest Gump and Slingblade and I've got 5 other people to visit before getting chased around by their security guard and driving up and down their street six times because rich people think house numbers are tacky or they're drunk and don't know which hotel they're in. And running all over the place in 100% sweltering southern humidity. But oh totally, I truly care about the customer or their pizza or the fact that your handy dandy notebook tells you my name (because I googled yours, mother fucker).

It's even worse that it's always people with more money than God who think everyone else in the world should cater to them. Often, on the high level floors of the Hilton or another ritzy hotel, after a dollar tip on a hundred dollar order, I often considered throwing myself off the breezeway and see how many sports cars I can take out en route.

Of course, once or twice per shift, some kind soul out there sees that I also have a soul. And they see my sweaty eyeliner and succubus hair, and they take care of me and smile and it's good to know there are still people out there. Shady crack den motel with cardboard door? Good people. RAoA, yall are beautiful and do it anyways, but do me a favor and just be nice today. <3 tirade over. Sorry :-/