June 15, 2008

• There are only a few ways to be brilliant, while there are many, many ways to be stupid.  Thus a brilliant person may only discover the fact that he is brilliant per chance, like once he encounters a vexing riddle, whereas a stupid person can be stupid in every little thing he does. 

  On that note, yesterday was my first day as a driver at the pizzeria where I work.  There are not many orders during the day on a Saturday, so I did not have much work to do.  The first few orders went okay, although I did go to the wrong house on my very first order, but in my defense there were two apartments with the exact same number about one hundred meters apart in a very confusing apartment neighborhood. 

  But the next order was a problem because not only had the store that I needed to find change locations since the last time they ordered, thus making the managers have no idea where it was, but they moved to a place hidden in a web of backroads behind a huge commercial area that made looking for it extremely difficult.  So I went outside and put the few orders I had on my car before I remembered that one of the managers had told me to bring my cell phone in case I needed help navigating.  Even though my cell phone is broken to the point where I need to shout in it at the top of my lungs to sound like anything more than a faint whisper to the person on the other end, I thought I had better be safe and bring it.  So I ran in, got my cell phone, and then left.  

  I pulled out of the parking lot, then went about another hundred meters to the main road where I needed to take a right.  While making the right I heard a weird ca-clunk sound, and as I kept driving I decided to look in my rear view mirror, wondering what on earth it could have been that made that sound.  I looked in the mirror and ensued to see my orders in the middle of the road behind me!  My mind leapt into an intensity of shock and panic.  I immediately glanced to my right in disbelief that the orders were not in the front seat, where I had clearly put them—or had I?  Thankfully no cars had followed me in taking the right so I hastily reversed back to get the orders.  A biker who I had passed was at the scene picking up the orders and he remarked, “Sorry dude, I tried to flag you down.”  I thanked him and got the orders in my car.  

  They looked fine.  But then again, they were still in their delivery bags.  I decided it was best to check, so I slowly took the pizza box out of the delivery bag and hesitantly lifted open the lid, only to reveal the pizza heaped into a slimy pile of grease and cheese on one side of the box.  The other order, which was not a pizza, was, well, let’s say—deliverable.  Though I do admit to running from the house once I dropped it off.  But before I did that I rushed back to the pizzeria to tell them I needed the pizza remade, though I didn’t have time to explain why.  When I got back and told them what happened, they laughed about it for the rest of the day.  Apparently they’ve never had a delivery boy so stupid that he drove off with the orders on his car.  But then again, they didn’t know they were working with the son of a woman who had crushed her own cell phone after driving off with it on her car at a gas station.

  And that is why I say there may not be a way to be brilliant in every situation, but there is always a way to be stupid.  Leave it to me to drive off with the deliveries on my car on my first shift as a driver.  I mean really, it takes some kind of a mind to set huge delivery bags on their car, walk inside to grab something, walk out, climb in the car, and drive off.  Although in my defense I had gotten a text message (a means of communication I do not like nor endorse, by the way).  Though I suppose that should be considered a “less than sufficient” cause for my forgetfulness. 

  Farewell to you all, God bless in your endeavours this week! 

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