At my indy delivery job, the Boss scheduled three drivers instead of two, so I was able to take the afternoon off. I was going to clean my bedroom, do a lot of laundry, dishes, and maybe even vacuum the whole apartment.

Instead, I did one load of laundry, changed the cat litter, and vegged out to the Discovery Channel.

The night shift at my franchise job was perfect - not too busy, not too slow. I averaged nine runs in my first three hours … and one run in my last two. Even that isn’t as bad as it sounds - it gave me plenty of time to get my closing chores out of the way, and we were able to listen to the debate on the store radio. The only problem with that was the only station we could get was Live 105.7 and the Ron & Fez show, which aired the debate. Now, here’s the thing: Ron & Fez is a COMEDY radio show, which meant that you had their comments atop the debate itself, which made following the debate somewhat difficult.

Well, that IS what CSPAN is for, right? Rerunning the debate? Ja!

Tips tonight were decent, and none of my runs were to the ends of our delivery area. I only had one double (when I take two deliveries in one trip from the store), but I didn’t really care about that - the night air was cold and crisp, people were cozying up to the fire, and more than one kid opened their door with a Halloween mask on and shouted “Boo!” forcing me to jump up and scream “Aaaaah!” and pretend to run off. Now THAT was hilarious, because the kids would all be like, “Oh, no, Mr. Pizza Guy, come back! I’m not a ghost!” And I would be all like, “Oh, are you sure? I don’t know …” Then I’d let myself be talked back to the door, and the mom or dad would be grinning. Let’s face it: pizza delivery is a service industry, similar to a job a waitress does (although I’ll be the first to admit that there’s a lot more work to a waiter or waitresses job). If you make the customer laugh, they’ll treat you better.

Complement the pets, say “hi” to the kids, gaze at the wife’s boob job … er, scratch that last.