I was delivering pizzas last night, and a boomer placed an order at 9:55, five minutes before we closed. He lives on a busy highway with a 60mph speed limit, and he didn't have a mailbox with a clearly-labelled address. Because it was dark and there was still plenty of traffic, I passed his house 7 times before I decided to call him and tell him I couldn't locate him. His phone was turned off and went directly to voicemail, so I left him a message. I waited on a side street for 5 minutes, and when he didn't call back, I headed back to the store.

I told the manager and we refunded his order and started our closing duties. After an hour of sweeping, mopping, cleaning the kitchen, and doing dishes, I looked at my phone as we were walking out the door. I had 6 missed calls and 6 voicemails from the dude, the first of which came 40 minutes after I tried contacting him.

They each got angrier and angrier, and I couldn't help but crack up, lmao. They went like this:

Message #1 10:50: "My address is 5 or 6 houses past [a side street], on the left. I'm still waiting for you."

Message #2 10:51: "My address is [redacted], call me back!"

Message #3 10:52: "Call me back!!"

Message #4 10:55: "Getting impatient. What the fuck?? You guys don't call your customers back? I order from you guys all the time!"

Message #5 11:00: "Well [my name], I hope you enjoy the fucking pizza!"

Message #6 11:13: "Fucking hungry!"

The store's phones automatically shut off after close, so he couldn't reach us. I guess this is a lesson in not ordering right before a business closes, and also keep your phone turned on when you're expecting a delivery.

Oh, and I'm literally eating his leftover pizza right now as I post this :michael-laugh: