That summer I worked in GodFatgher's pizza as a doughboy. Yes, there was such a position back then. I was supposed to make two batches: regular and deep pan dough. The difference was that in deep pan dough you put shortening. That is beside the point though.
So I had to get up early and by 5:30 I had to get on my moped and drive to the restaurant so that I could open it at 6 A.M. as it took about an hour for this dough to rise up and be ready for the morning clients. The store opened at 7 A.M.
This one day as I was going on my moped when Murphy's low struck - the head beam on my moped died. I actually didn't notice it right away as it was summer and it wasn't really dark but rather dusk.
And imagine my luck when 15 minutes to the restaurant a cop stopped me. He was a typical red neck, spoke with Midwestern accent and had a haircut a la Arnold Schwarzenegger in the movie "Commando."
"Sir, I stopped you because you are in violation of the driving code blah, blah, blah...(simply put my headlight was off) and let me have your drivers license, registration, and insurance."
I showed him what he wanted. Once he wrote me a ticket I wanted to continue as I was getting late, but as it turned out that hardly was the case.
"Where are you going?" he asked, lowering his politeness in at least 10 politeness decibels.
"I need to get to work. I'll fix it today, officer!"
"You won't go anywhere!" the notes of steel appeared in his voice.
"Why?" I mounted my moped.
"Because," he opened his holster, pulled a gun, and cocked it. "Because if you move, I am going to shoot you" with these words he pointed the gun at me.
I looked at his facial expression hoping he was kidding. But I find a light smile on his face, but it was a smile of pleasure rather than humor.
I decided not to test my luck. The position didn't really worth it even though I really needed the money. I got off the moped and started pushing it toward the restaurant.
As a result, this day customers didn't get their morning pizza. I was yelled at work, but at least I am in one piece and am writing this five minutes prompt right now. )))
Haha. Close encounters with law-enforcers will never taste like pizza.
Better safe than sorry, they say.
Tell me about it. One thing I know for sure. Pizza is perhaps better than any police. )))
Delicious pizza, this is my favorite food friend.
Thank you! I think we have the same taste. :)
Pizza for breakfast?
I had a similar job making bagels. People did not like not having their morning bagel if anything went wrong! I imagine pizza lovers would feel the same.
Your story delighted me, took me back to my bagel making days.
I'm the freewritehouse encourager today, but I don't have the Tuesday prompt for you, so please head over to @mariannewest when you can and write us another of your wonderful stories!
Thank you! I will.