#27 Weird And Scary
I started a job delivering pizza for a local joint for some extra cash. It was my first week at the job so I was still getting to grips with how they operated. I ended up making a delivery in the middle of the day to a guy who lived in the town. When I rocked up there was DayGlo paint all across the letterbox and the outside of the house.
Thought to myself, “Hmm, this is a little bit strange.” I wd-ent and knocked on the door with the order only to have a middle-aged, shirtless hippy with a bung eye emerge. He looked flustered and slightly off-kilter, which should have been the first sign something was up. After telling him the cost of the pizza, he began to run around erratically trying to find his wallet.
I stood there for about five minutes, patiently waiting on the outside but also wanting to get the heck out of there on the inside. “Do you take credit card,” he asked after finally finding his wallet. “Nah, just cash” I replied with a nervous tone. “Right, you’ll need to take me to an ATM then won’t ya,” he said. Without mustering up a reply, he proceeded to jump into the front passenger’s seat of my car and just sit there, waiting for me to drive him.
I didn’t know what to do, so I just nervously got in my car and proceeded to drive him to the nearest ATM which was only two minutes up the road. The reason for his erratic behavior soon revealed itself as he began to open up to me about how he “always believed in the healing nature of a strong dose of various illicit substances to be better than any traditional medicine.” I sped as fast as I could to the ATM to get the guy out of my car as soon as possible.
We arrived at the ATM in no time. He proceeded to jump out of the car and spent about ten minutes just staring blankly at the ATM, before finally putting his card in and withdrawing the money. I took his money, threw the pizza at him as fast as I could, jumped in my car and took off, glad to be finally done with that situation.
When I arrived back at the shop, my boss pulled me aside with a confused look in her eye. “Calmstrong, did you just take the delivery to this address?”
“Yeah” I responded sheepishly.
“‘Cause the guy just called and said you stole his credit card and had been planning to withdraw his life savings.”
“Jesus Christ,” I thought to myself before the phone rang again. It was the gas station I had just been to where the guy had withdrawn the money from. They said: “Yeah, there is some guy here running around in a frenzy. He is furious because one of your drivers has allegedly stolen his card.” I never even touched his card and couldn’t believe this was happening in my first week.
Luckily, as I was explaining the situation to the gas station owner over the phone, the guy kept hooting and hollering in the background about how I stole his card. Then, suddenly, the guy just stopped freaking out and sprinted off into the bushes never to be seen again. And from that point onwards, I always locked my car doors straight after getting out of my car.
Credit: Calmstrong