Next Time, Just Drive.

I’d like to begin this story by advising anyone listening, especially other women, to not be afraid to go absolutely batshit insane if you feel threatened by someone. Scream, make a scene if others are around, try to out-crazy whoever is intimidating you. Do not be compliant. This is a lesson I took away from this encounter and many frequent albeit less severe ones throughout the year and a half that I worked in a certain large city in California.

I live in a smaller town about an hour away from the city, which prompted many of my friends to question my sanity at the prospect of commuting two hours or more round trip every work day for an entry-level job. At twenty-one years old at the time of this story, there was hardly a shortage of jobs closer to home. I was never bothered by it, however. The pay was good, and it was for a cause that is very important to me. There was a public transit system that conveniently went from a station a few miles from my house to one about a block away from my work, which I happily took over driving through dense, hostile traffic and the nightmare known as parking a car in the city. Additionally, the rides provided a lovely opportunity to catch up on reading and discover new music.

So, on a night like any other, I was on my way home via the transit system. I had selected the least stained corner seat I could find in an otherwise nearly empty train car, and took out my book and a glass bottle of Coke to prepare for some well-earned relaxation. I stared off into space for some time before a man walked into the train car. I remember that he was wearing a green denim jacket and baggy tan cargo shorts. He also sported steel toe work boots that vibrated the hollow floor of the train as he walked. His hair was spiked in a peculiar way; it didn’t so much look like he had gelled it as much as it seemed he had styled it by standing in a wind tunnel. Overall, he looked a little scraggly but far from homeless or too off-putting.

After surveying the numerous empty seats available, he came over to where I was sitting and asked if he could sit next to me. I had only been working at that job for a month or so, and being the naively trusting girl from an upper-middle class town that I was, I had not developed my street smarts yet by a wide margin. Like an idiot, I said yes. He sat down beside me, and I returned to my book. I could feel his eyes on me, but I pretended not to notice.

“What are you reading?” he asked, craning his neck to look down at the pages.

I briefly described the book to him before pointedly clearing my throat and returning to the story. In the periphery of my vision, I saw him smile.

“You’re very beautiful, you know.”

This set me a bit on edge, but it was not the first time a stranger had flirted with me during commute. Some people just can’t grasp the fact that women don’t go on public transit just so random guys can hit on them.

I rolled my eyes internally and gave him a generic thank you. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not really up for talking, I’m really wrapped up in this book.”

What the man said next chilled me to my core.

“Why don’t you come home with me so I can wrap you up in something else?”

Only then did I realize how dire my situation was. The train car was still barely had anyone else in it and I had stupidly picked a seat on the innermost column, making it impossible to get out of the row without either sliding past the creep or vaulting over the seat in front of me. I didn’t want to make a scene for fear of aggravating him. I had played myself. I glanced over at the man and noticed for the first time that his eyes were huge. Massive. Bloodshot to hell. They pierced me intently, and his stare alone violated me to my bones.

Despite my seating predicament, this should have been the time where I got off on the next station, stayed in a crowded area and waited for the next train home. Unfortunately, I didn’t think of this at the time. Instead, I tried to keep my cool and played it off casually. “Sorry, but this shift wore me out. I think I’m just gonna go home and get to sleep.”

The surprises never ended with this charmer as he produced a burnt phial full of white powder from his sleeve. Crystal meth. I’d never seen it in real life before, but I knew it at a glance.

“This will wake you right up,” he claimed, shaking it lightly. “Now, do you want to come home with me and make some money?” I felt my face almost seize up in shock, but I stopped myself. I wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction of having rattled me. I calmly and politely declined, which he returned by going at great lengths to describe what he wanted to do to me. Again, I should have gotten off of the train, but I was an innocent little cinnamon roll who had only ever heard stories about this sort of thing happening. I had no idea what to do.

When the train finally pulled up to my stop, I put my book back in my purse and grabbed the bottle of Coke. “Well, this is me,” I said hastily, standing and leaping over the seat in front of me. After all of this, the last thing I wanted was to turn my back to this creep. I was horrified but not exactly surprised when he stood and said, “what do you know, this is my stop too!”

Without another word, I speed-walked to the front of the station, but I could hear him keeping pace with me as his heavy boots clinked against the tile floor. I exited the turnstile and began to go at a brisk jog, morbidly curious to find out if he would continue to keep up. Unsurprisingly, he did. He wasn’t going to stop until he had me. Something snapped in me, and it was then that I did what I should have done to begin with. I caused a scene. I out-crazy’d him. I took the glass bottle of Coke by the neck and swung it against a nearby wall, shattering it and creating a makeshift weapon. I began to scream, “Do you want to fucking die, you raping piece of shit?” That was enough to catch the attention of everyone in the station. The man was taken aback, shocked by the sudden outburst from the woman he previously perceived as submissive. “Everyone in the station, may I have your attention please!” I continued to shout, holding the broken bottle out in his direction. “This sack of shit right here tried to sell me meth. He offered to buy my body and when I refused, he made sexual threats and started following me. This man was going to rape me if he had his way, so will someoneĀ please call the police?”

The creep was aghast. He took a moment to process what had happened before making a break for it. I considered chasing him, but figured it would only lead to more danger. Besides, even if that wasn’t the case, I quickly discovered that my legs had turned to jelly. I shakily took a seat and cried until the police came. They took my statement, but as far as I know they never caught the bastard. This was not the last time I was harassed on my commute, but I had to learn my street smarts pretty quickly that night and as a result I never allowed it to escalate to that point again. I’m telling this story now in hopes that whoever hears it will take my advice; if someone is making you feel threatened in a public setting, scream your goddamn lungs out.

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-Evie Eldritch

Pizza Hut Creeper

This happened to me about three years when I started working at Pizza Hut, it was my first job and it was the beginning of my first year in college.

My brother knew the manager so I was able to get a job fairly easy there, it was only a quarter of a mile away from my mother’s house and I wanted to lose a little bit of weight so most days I walked to work, don’t get me wrong it wasn’t the best part of town but everybody knew me as the friendly pot smoker big Mike, so most people didn’t mess with me.

About three weeks in I started working night shifts which was from about 3 noon til 11 at night, it wasn’t bad, I got along with most of my coworkers and my boss told me if I kept working hard I’d be up for a promotion but I liked what I was doing just fine.

I was closing one night when a late order came in for a pick up, I’ll never forget that guy’s name Tony Gonzalez, he came in and looked homeless he order two large pepperoni pizzas.

He was a Mexican guy who looked like he was in his mid 40s and about 200 pounds over weight, and had meth mouth which I’ve seen a little bit around where I’m from which is a small town in South Carolina, he walks up to the counter where I was working, he tells me his name and number, I hand him is pizzas and for some reason when I open the box to show him the pizza he tells me how cute I am, I tell him umm thanks, not being homosexual I was really creeped out by this and the way he staired at me after I took his money and gave him his change was just over the top freaky.

It was closing time so after he left we looked up and started cleaning up, it only took us about 30 mins to get everything straight and clean. On the way out my coworker asked me if I needed a ride home I told him no I always walk but tonight I wished I did, it’s a night I’ll never forget.

After my coworker left I started my walk home in the dark which never bothered me, I was halfway home when I noticed that there was somebody behind me a few feet I looked behind me and they stopped in the dark where I couldn’t see them, I turned around and started walking faster, the person behind me walked the same pace I was, I started running until I got into some light and I finally got a chance to see it was Tony… He yells to me, “Big Mike, where you running off to? I wanna see what you taste like.” I saw the he had a three inche blade and a crazy look in his eye, he was out of breath and I saw this was my chance to finish running home.

I got home and told my mom about what happened and she told me that the cops couldn’t do anything since he was most likely gone by then and I didn’t see him outside anywhere. I called and told my boss about what happened and he said he knew exactly who I was talking about and he would be sure to call the cops if he sees him, he had also been harassing other younger male workers.

I didn’t see him anymore after that encounter but in October my sister looked was looking at the sex offender register to be sure to avoid any neighborhoods that had a sex offender in it.

She asked me what the man’s name was that attacked me and I said Tony Gonzalez, she turned her phone and sure enough it was him! He was on the Register because he had kidnapped a kid under the age of five back in 1999. My jaw dropped and I started freaking out. Luckily I’m far away from the place I use to live because I still have nightmares about him chasing me.

Two in One Night

I’ve had a lot of crappy jobs in the past from being a janitor that cleans up after massive arena shows, gas station jobs, to a total of 4 delivery jobs. Each had their fair share of horror stories of just how awful and crazy people can be. None though can compare to the time I worked at a pizza hut in my home city of Wichita. I worked there for over a year and a half, and at that time I had to deal with high levels of stress on a daily basis.

It seemed that these problems were split into two categories.

Either the higher-ups had terrible rules to follow that lead to low staff numbers, and low pizza delivery time promises even if we were super busy.

Or we had to deal with some crazy customers. I had to deal with things such as carrying a wooden sword for personal protection in some neighborhoods, crazy crack houses, getting into a screaming match with a manager that cut me off the clock during a delivery, and even getting into a fistfight with a customer on my last day of working when I put in my two weeks notice. But for now, I’ll just tell you the story of two crazy customers that I had just two deliveries apart.

It was late January, I’ve already been working at this Pizza Hut for almost 6 months now.

I knew my routine rather well at this point. We just hired a new high school kid that I thought was pretty cool. However, his naivety really shown through when he put in a delivery order from God. Well, that’s the name the person on the phone gave anyways. When I was packing up the ticket and saw the name up top I already knew there would be trouble. I went to the kid and asked, “Hey man, what is up with this?” He gave me one of those looks most teenagers get when they look unsure and nervous.

Like they did something wrong, but not sure what. I wasn’t mad or anything, I just wanted to know how the call went down. He said it went down like a normal phone call. Even the manager said it had to be a legit delivery, but more than likely just poking some fun with the name.

We did have that from time to time. Legit deliveries with something silly in the name or extra description, like write a joke on the box. Or cut the pizza into a pentagram. I reluctantly took the pizza and soon drove off. When I got to the neighborhood, it was already very dark out. One of the most common problems is not seeing an address of any of the houses.

This was no exception as I pulled up in the driveway of a row of duplexes.

I got pretty good at guessing the right house when things like this happened. But with no address still in sight, I decide to call the number to make sure. When I did, the person who picked up quickly was mad and yelling.

I asked them if they ordered a pizza. Which they yelled even louder.

Cussing and screaming, saying they didn’t order any damn pizza. I hung up the phone and looked at the ticket in the pale dark. I was looking to see if I might have accidentally pushed a wrong number when I dialed when I see some guy to my right come outside of the home.

I hope this was the guy who ordered the pizza. Instead, this guy also came to my car fast.

Yelling and screaming. It was the same guy on the phone. Which meant I was ironically in the right place. He was dark skinned, with dreadlocks and was wearing nothing but boxers and a dirty t-shirt. He was mad yelling at me while I was still in my car. He pounded on my car with his fist and then digging his pants yelling, “I’m going to “effing” shoot you!” I quickly peeled out of the driveway and sped off. When I got back, I was mad, to say the least.

But it was even worse when my manager said she’ll just look into it.

We found out the next day, the guy was tripping on some sort of drugs. His friends thought it would be funny to order him a pizza. and not tell him. He literally thought he had a gun his boxers, but luckily he did not. Otherwise, I would’ve died over a dumb joke.

Just two deliveries after that I dropped off what seemed at first like a normal delivery.

It was just some buffalo wings to a nice lady. When I got back into my car, I see a tiny man slowly come out and down the driveway. Since it was late January, remnants of a snowstorm were scattered about here and their. So it was no surprise when the guy fell on his back hard due to some ice. It had to hurt.

I was inside my car on the street, and I still heard the thud. He didn’t even have time to brace himself or anything.

What was surprising was him getting right back up so quickly. Like nothing happened. And now he was walking right toward me. I don’t know why I didn’t just drive away then. I was curious but also frightened. Especially with the incident that happened just half an hour ago, and seeing this guy get right back up like he was the damn terminator or something.

He looked latino with a blank expression on his face when he just very gently taps on my window.

I roll it down, already mentally preparing my self for a fight. What I got instead was a very creepy voice that tried to be soothing but it came off more sinister. “Excuse me, sir. What was that dish all about?” I sat their and I blinked a bit confused.

The tone was so weird to me.

Creepy yet calm. With a hint of predatory to it. Also, I live in Kansas. While I do know the term dish to be substituted for food, I never heard anyone actually use it before. Who talks like that? I just ask with a dumbfounded, “What?” as he repeats it. Word for word in the same tone.”What was that dish all about?” It dawned on me this must be the girl’s boyfriend or something.

And he didn’t know she ordered food. Just on a weird deep instinctual level, I could tell this guy was dangerous. I’ve seen guys that seem ok at first but are super controlling of others behind closed doors.

I just said, “It’s just wings man.” His odd tone never changed as he went, “Oh, Ok then.” And then walks off. I immediately called the cops, because I was afraid he was going to beat his girlfriend or something. I never heard anything out of it though.

I had many more horrible experiences after that.

But those are different stories.

Now I’m an Uber driver. I honestly love it. I had a couple of weird things happen to me but it’s a far cry from the stuff at pizza hut. People are just nicer to you when they’re in your territory and not vice versa. Plus after a year it seemed like all the bad customers got too many complaints so they’re not allowed to use uber again.

Unlike the pizza hut which almost never banned a customer no matter how horrible.

My two bad experiences or the reason i quit Pizza Hut

Ok so this isn’t a very long story but it should serve as a warning to anyone who delivers pizza to make sure you know where you are going and be aware of what’s going on at all times . This happened over 3 years ago in spring of 2015. I worked at a local Pizza Hut at the suggestion of a friend who put in a good word for me. I am a guy and was 24 at the time.

The only reason I took the job was because my previous employer had recently passed away and I needed the money, anyways I had a creepy and a terrifying experience in the same night just a few hours apart and I even remember what the orders were.

The first was a regular pepperoni pizza to what I assumed were college students, when I pulled up to the address that I put in my phone it looked like the kind of house student would rent. The guy that answered the door was middle aged and gave me a bad vibe right away. He tried to invite me inside to pay for the order but I told him I would wait outside like we’re supposed too. Anyway he gets all weird about it and grumbling to get the money his wife tried to get me to come in as well. again i declined and told her that I would wait.

After getting the order taken care of this woman follows me out to the car and just stares as I drive away. I was chilled just by the way she was staring from the sidewalk.

I put it out of my mind after I got back to the store and went out to deliver a medium sized supreme pizza.

As I pull up to the address, which was a few blocks away from the creepy couple by the way, I get out and do the usual delivery stuff and knock on the door. No answer so I knock again and even try the door bell. After what seems like forever I hear a click and then another click.

One was the door but I couldn’t place the second one. The guy who answered looked mad and asked what the hell I wanted. I told him I was delivering his order. He said he didn’t place it. I noticed he was holding something by his leg, I was trying not to stare but I noticed a glint of metal and I immediately know what that second click was. I had to make sure I stayed calm because I mightve been killed right then and there.

He even pointed down to the address down the road with his pistol.

I was so relieved to get away and very lucky that he didn’t turn that thing on me or try to rob me. I got out of there as quickly as I could.

Needless to say I quickly found a new job and quit Pizza Hut a couple weeks after that. Just be careful where you go when you make your deliveries you never know who will answer the door.

Crazy Pizza Hut Lady

I was laying in Bed wanting a Pizza So I grabbed my Phone and Called up Pizza Hut Because that was the closest They said the Pizza would bee there in 10 Minutes.But it wasn’t until 50 Minutes later until The Pizza Hut Car pulled up with a Woman Who Looked High on Drugs got out of the car.

She got out without a Uniform And with a Pizza in hand and I thought Ok well at least I get my Pizza But when she handed to me it felt light I looked in the box and it was empty and I looked at her and said “what the Hell?”

The Pizza Place Called me and Said The pizza car has been stolen and the Worker was Stabbed and Died and I said Quietly “But a lady with the car is at my house” They said “RUN” but she pulled put a knife and cut me in shoulder.

I ran upstairs and locked the door to my Bedroom And she tried to Break the door down just as she was about to break the door down The police sirens blared and She Ran but got Caught in the end I found out Pizza Hut had called The Police and i was so relieved and They gave me a full Year of Free Pizza So that was the end of that story Crazy Drugged Pizza Lady Lets never meet again.