Pete's Failed Money Maker: The Utopia of Mediocrity

If you're looking for well-written, thoughtful, gramatically correct, truthful narratives you've come to the wrong place. Here, you will find nothing but rhetorical nonsense that not only waste your time but the author's own time as well. Lots of words are spelled wrong on this blog, lots of grammatical errors too. I'm not trying to improve on that, either.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Gitchee Gumee, Round 3

Now having somewhat of veteran status at the annual Gitchee Gumee Brewfest in Superior, Wisconsin, with three years of experience, I can now say that I have mastered the ins and outs of this particular brewfest. How can I be so sure you say? How can I be so confident in the mastering of this brewfest. I base my thinking on one particular area, the VIP Pizza stand. Prior to this year, my visit would always be the same. I drunkenly sneak up to the stand and cunningly try to steal a slice of pizza. Somehow, I'm not sure why since I was so deft with my moves, but somehow, I'd always get caught. Then I'd apologize and start to bargain. I'd start off low, "2 pieces for a dollar", I'd say. "1 slice for $3", they'd counter. "2 pieces for $2" I'd then say. "No, 1 slice for $3" they'd counter. I pride myself on my bargaining skills. The key as I see it on being a remarkable bargainer is to never pay full price. "2 slices for $3" I'd say and the result was always the same at the yearly fundraiser, "1 slice for $3" they'd say. It would go on and on until I'd be asked to leave the stand. It seems that these bargaining amateurs could never handle my skills and would just crumble under the pressure and at a last resort, before I'd probably buy the whole stand for $8.23, they'd kick me away. It would always feel good knowing that at the brewfest, I was the king of haggling, but it was a bummer not having any pizza, especially since this brewfest is a four hour tour of 4oz beers. You can't help but get a little hungry during it. So knowing my trials and tribulations of years past, I came into the 11th annual Gitchee Gumbee Brewfest with a plan that would not fail. Since last year's brewfest, I'd seen a few movies that gave me an idea. Now, the movies will go nameless since my recollection is of story lines, not of how the library would file it. The first movie had Batman and his twin doing magic, the other movie had Edward Norton doing some "there's nothing up my sleeves" moves, as well. So I figured that would be my course of action here, slight of hand. I strolled into UW-Superior's Wessman Arena feeling a little cocky, a little thirsty, and oozing a tab bit of trickery. I made a lap around the arena. It may have looked like I was sampling beers, and I was, but really, I was just casing the joint. Danial Ocean would have been proud. In time, I approached the VIP Pizza stand. What may have looked like volunteer pizza stand workers to you, were obviously astute guards who were not as busy as they seemed. As one approached me to take my order, I thought back to the magician's standard, Shock and Awe. In this case, the Shock was Beerfest Pete, actually pulling out his wallet to by beer. The Awe was that, as the worker was blindsided by my order of two slices for $6 and the cash in hand, three paper plates holding each, one slice of pizza, became two paper plates holding each, one slice of pizza. Yes, it seems that there will be $3 less being given to the Douglas County Search and Rescue this year. Suckers.

6 Comments:

  • At April 14, 2008 9:30 AM , Anonymous H & R Block said...

    No time to read this stuff-gotta get those taxes done! You've got people!

     
  • At April 15, 2008 12:59 PM , Anonymous mattastic said...

    hooray, it's back! - good work pete. your trickery is unmatched. -

     
  • At April 15, 2008 1:44 PM , Anonymous el gatto said...

    In excitement from the return of The Blog of Failed Dreams. I went and read other blogs to celebrate. I especially like this blog post by a friend of mine. from: http://blogs.citypages.com/pizzaman/. It have a good Pete's Failed Money Maker attitude.
    -
    ShitMonger
    www.shitmonger.com

    ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

    Tipping
    "For the money.
    For the glory.
    And for the fun.

    Mostly for the money"

    -Burt Reynolds as The Bandit
    "Smokey and The Bandit"

    The other day I ran into a friend of mine outside of SuperAmerica. She was
    with some guy that seemed vaguely familiar. The three of us decided to walk
    home together since we live close to one another. On the walk home, the guy
    asked what I "did". I told him I delivered for BS Pizza.
    He shook his head and said "I don't get delivery from there anymore.
    The service was kinda shitty and it took a long time to get there.
    Well, actually, the first few times I got delivery the service was really good.
    But after that, it really sucked."

    I could start to smell this guy.

    "Well..." I started, "How much do you tip".
    He stopped walking, looked at me indignantly and said "Hey. I always really good".
    "How much?" I asked.
    "I usually throw 'em a buck or two... that's pretty good".
    The fact that he used the phrase "I throw 'em" was not a good sign.
    "No, no it isn't. That's shitty" I said "That's why you get such poor service"
    "Yeah, right" he said, looking away "Like you guys remember every customer..."

    It was then that I totally remembered this guy.
    I'd delivered to him.
    He was a cheapskate.

    While the guy was looking away I blurted out his address.
    His head snapped back and he looked at me.
    "How did you know that?" he asked.
    "Pizzamen never forget the addresses of bad tippers. We're like fuckin' elephants
    that way."
    At this point in our walk we were in front of my friends' apartment. The guy started
    in on some excuse for his poor tipping habits.
    I listened for a minute, then started walking away. I didn't want to waste anymore
    time with this douchebag.
    "Bye. I'll see you..." I said and split.


    Shit like this happens all the time to me. People find out that I'm a Pizzaman
    and they want to talk about tipping
    "How much do people tip you?"
    "What's your average tip?"
    "What's a good tip?"

    Now that I have this blog, I get emails from people every week asking how
    much they should tip or what a "decent" tip is.

    But I'm loathe to answer this, for it's one of my touchiest subjects. I hate the
    fact that I have to rely on tips to make a living.
    Sometimes while on the job, I feel like I'm a beggar, like I'm some street urchin
    in a Dickens novel existing on the kindness of strangers to put some gruel in my bowl.
    "Please sir, can I have some more"

    Basically, I beg for a living...
    ...and I hate it.
    I absofuckinlutely hate it.
    Every night is a crapshoot.
    Every night, at the beginning of a shift, I wonder if I'm going to pull
    in enough bread to sustain my basement apartment-living, rattletrap car driving,
    Campbell soup slurping, no health insurance having, thrift store clothed, lifestyle.

    I envy my friends who earn a steady paycheck, they know exactly how much
    money is going to be coming down the pike on payday.
    They can draw up a budget. They know exactly what they can and cannot afford.
    But me, I'm at the whim of complete strangers who determine what I'll get paid
    for my work.

    Sure, I know what my regulars are going to tip. I know those two
    gay dudes that order every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday are going
    to hit me with at least $5 and "The Wolf" over on G Avenue is going to hook me
    up with $4, while the couple on H Avenue with the annoying kid is going to stiff me.
    But I go into a lot of deliveries blind. I have no idea what they're going to give me.
    They might be total assholes and give me a dollar.
    They might be nice and hook me up with a fiver.
    Either way, I have to kiss their asses and hope they fork over the Long Green.

    The other day I delivered to this women who commented that the delivery time
    was "super fast", but then gave me a thirty five cent tip.
    As I walked away, I thought to myself "That will never happen again.
    You will never get service like that again".

    Basically, what it boils down to is, if the Pizzalover treats me right, I'll treat them right.
    If they tip me well, I'll bust ass to get their pizza to their home ASAP and be sweet
    as a peach to them.
    If they tip poorly, I'll try to avoid their order. And if I can't, I'll take my sweet time
    getting there. I mean, it's the difference between doing a job for $5 or doing a job for $1.

    So when I'm asked "What's a good tip?" I always tell them to tip as much as possible,
    they'll reap the rewards in service.

    If they ask for hard numbers I break it down like this:

    - $3 - Three dollars should be the minimum tip. This is the bare minimum to
    keep my crappy life afloat. Seriously, if you're tipping less than $3 you can kiss my butt.
    - $4 - A bit better. You'll get good service, but nothing special.
    - $5 - As a regular, once you hit the five dollar mark, you're getting my attention.
    You'll get preferential treatment.
    - $5-$10 - I'll know your address like the back of my hand. I'll try my damnest to
    get your order and get it there as soon as I can.
    - Over $10 - I'll pretty much stop everything and expedite your order. I'll grab a
    cook and get him to make it right away. I'll pull it out of the oven myself. I'll
    show up at your doorstep in record time. (I once had a regular who always
    ordered a $20 pizza and tipped 100%. When that dude's address came up,
    everything else became secondary and I'd get that pie out within 10 minutes)

    However, if you're making a bigger order, let's say $30 or more, you should
    tip 20% just like if you were dining in a restaurant.


    So there you have it.


    You want to get good service? You want to make your Pizzaman happy?

    Follow these guidelines and make the world a better place for me and you.


    sincerely,

    The Pizzaman

     
  • At April 18, 2008 11:54 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    trickery is a great word!

     
  • At April 26, 2008 11:37 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    WTF? Doesn't Angie ever write comments any more?

     
  • At April 27, 2008 10:27 PM , Anonymous G said...

    I would comment if pete actually wrote something decent...i mean even matte had to post his own story in here!! WTF that.

    although i will give you credit petey, stealing from beer sellers is hard to do, Unless your me.

     

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