Pizza Delivery, at its creepiest....

This past Tuesday I decided to drive down to Fort Myers, FL for a meeting scheduled for the following morning. I knew it meant a night away from home, but it also meant I would not be driving down the highway at 4am Wednesday morning, inflicting emotional trauma on drivers around me as they watched me nod off! 

It was late in the evening when I landed at my hotel and I was anxious to eat and sleep. Unfortunately, my plans didn't go exactly as I thought they would. When I asked the hotel what they might have available for someone maintaining a gluten-free diet, all I got back was "nothing"........... Hmm....

Since "nothing" wasn't exactly what I had hoped for, I decided to do a Google search immediately. After making a few calls, and reviewing more than a few online menus, I settled on a small upscale pizza parlor that had not only a gluten-free menu, but also would deliver! 

Enter dilemma two. At this point it was 9 PM and my stomach was growling. But when I called and spoke to the first employee at the restaurant, they seemed to be a little overwhelmed with my request. Fortunately, what sounded like a manager came on the line next. He assured me they could do a gluten free personal size pizza with a salad and even a drink to go. The only problem was they were in the midst of making the batches of dough for the next morning, so in order to ensure an allergy safe pizza, they needed to clean up the space and it would take about an hour and a half before I was seeing any semblance of dinner. Since pizza.... Or, well... PIZZA was my only option I decided I'd wait. The manager said he'd send my order out with someone at the end of their shift so I thanked him and began the search to find something to fill my wait time.  

Just about the time my will to live was ending, my cell phone rang! It was the same employee I'd talked to earlier and he was delivering my meal personally! What service! I met him in the lobby and he was overly friendly, I figured because I had tipped him about 35% for his efforts to keep me fed. 

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It was about twenty minutes later that my cell phone rang again, now well into the late evening hours. I recognized the number from the pizza guy. "Odd, I'll just let it go to voicemail and see if maybe he charged me wrong or something"... When he didn't leave a voicemail, I figured it was nothing. But now at 11pm, my phone starts buzzing again with a message from the same number! "Just checking to see how your dinner was. It's me, pizza guy (not exact quote, he used his name : ). Hope your night is great." Now some of you may be thinking, "That's not creepy, it's sweet." But here's the actual truth and a tip for anyone delivering food. If you happen to deliver to a single gal in a hotel and (because it's required for her order) you score her cell number, don't use it to check in on her at 11pm at night!!! I locked my door and triple checked it at least five times, kicking myself for giving out my room number on the initial call. 

On the bright side, my meal was pretty fantastic...