Past Pizza Pastime


I see lots of posts on strangest experiences while working in a restaurant, here are some of mine from 45 years ago when I worked at a Pizza Hut during college.
1. The manager after dealing with college kids as employees would choke down 20 aspirin at a time. No word on where he finally bled to death
2. The college professor and his date who would always show up at 1:50 AM and order a supreme and two pitchers of beer and then sit there for two hours while we stacked chairs, mopped the floor around them and played loud music on the juke box. Every Friday night
3. The guy who always complained bitterly that our pizza wasn’t spicy enough but kept coming back for more, so one night we put a pile of those nasty little dried red peppers under each pepperoni on his pizza and got no reaction when he ate it other than when he left he said, “ you finally got it right on the spices.”
4. Having your head and arm in the oven reaching for a pizza in the back of the oven when someone quickly pulls the front door of the restaurant open effectively removing all of your eyebrows and arm hair
5. Being able to tell how long someone had worked there by the scars on their arm from the oven door
6. Realizing that the baking pans were never washed
7. Making a pizza for the drunk, after he crashed into a corner of the building, while he waited for the police
8. Driving all the way to the bank and reaching for the night deposit on the seat next to you then realizing that you put it on top of the car before you got in. Amazingly it had enough quarters that it was still there
9. Seeing who could avoid making an anchovy pizza as the smell would absolutely not come off your hands (yes me made food with our hands uncovered)
10. Seeing another worker slice the tip of his thumb off in the kitchen cheese slicer and never finding it.
11. Working the day shift alone and watching a school bus full of hungry teenagers pull into the parking lot
12. Pouring pitchers of dark beer and putting ice in it so it looked like coke
13. Avoiding putting at least one payment through the cash register so you could have quarters to play the juke box during cleanup
14. Ringing up at least on pizza order on the carry out beer key
15. Realizing that a large supreme pizza cost $3.15
16. The shift was 4 to 4 at $1.13 per hour and people didn’t tip in pizza restaurants.
17. Finishing a shift in January ,the last one out, door locks behind you, car won’t start, cell phones didn’t exist and realizing that you are either going to freeze to death or have to pay twice what you just made in a 12 hour shift to have someone come and start your car after you walked 2 blocks to the nearest pay phone ( one of those antiques things that you have to put a quarter in)
18. Opening a bad can of mushrooms
19. Dicing onions that squished instead of clicked
20. Getting to wear a red checked shirt to match the red checked table cloths
21. Learning how to fold a sack to hold a pizza… Pizza hut didn’t use boxes back then
22. Getting an order for 50 pizzas from the law library at 1 AM
23. Watching the ingredients change from sausage, to sausage with textured vegetable protein added, to vegetable protein with sausage added
24 Yes the sauce ingredients were secret. We had goody bags, unlabled plain brown paper that were added to each batch of sauce no questions asked.

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About safrisri

I have been a teacher since 1971 and have taught at all educational levels from pre-school to college. My college degree is general science which I arrived at after 5 years and 5 different majors. A degree as it turns out, almost as valuable and in demand as one in Neo-Bulgarian Mythology. I have been around education for around 40 years and can remember when teaching was a pleasant, happy and creative job and our schools were the same. My writings will reflect on my past mistakes and successes and what my students have taught me about education.
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