For over three months of working my delivery job at Lucky's Pizza, I never had any major confrontations with my customers (whether they simply don't answer their door/phone, phony addresses/phone numbers, someone not having enough money to pay for the food, or someone not paying for the food at all). Well, whenever I went to make a delivery, I would always, time and again, deliver at a location called "Jefferson: South of the James," a bulk of apartments accompanied by poorly paved/cracked roads.
It was about 10 p.m., and I was sent to deliver a usual order to one of the apartments. This time around, a young, Black teenager asked me if I was delivering the food I was carrying to his room, and I said I wasn't. The transferring of the food to the customer in exchange for the monetary payment went reasonably fast. However, as I was putting the money into my pocket, I saw that same kid looking at me from 10-15 feet away, and then he disappeared from my view. I start heading back to my car, putting the pizza bag into the backseat, and then heading for the driver's side. I put in my ignition key and am about to close my door, when the teenager from earlier, along with two of his cohorts stop my door from closing, and they immediately demand that I empty out my pockets (within moments, I'm hit very hard on my hand and head by a wooden stick).
I get out of the car, and I see the three Black teens, the one in the middle wearing shades with his dukes up, demanding again that I empty my pockets. Since I'm a very passive person, I did flinch once or twice when each of them was pretending to charge at me. Very calmly, I told them to leave them alone, but these guys weren't having it. I said it once again, a bit louder, hoping to prevent an altercation, when the teen in the middle charged at me with a few punches. I wasn't going to give them the money, so I attempted to fight back with a few punches of my own, but my inexperience in fighting proved to be an advantage to this attempted muggers. It immediately turned into a brawl, myself against three ticked-off muggers wanting the money I had in my pocket. I only fought them for a few seconds, and immediately started heading back to my car, but not without receiving several hard blows to my back and head with fists and the wooden stick. I successfully got into the car, locked the doors (and I also lost a flip-flop outside, since it was all I had to wear last night), and I got spit on through the window by one of the muggers.
I finally got away, terrified from the event that just took place. I called my boss on the cell phone after I got on the road and told him "I'm done. I'm freaking done." I was crying uncontrollably on the phone (the kind of crying where you can hardly breathe while you're talking), trying to tell my boss that I almost got robbed, and that I was finished with this delivery job. I'm still driving, and I'm about 3 minutes away from the shop; my boss is trying to get me to calm down, and wants to know where I'm located, and by then, I'm literally screaming at him on the phone. Sam gives the phone to his other employees because he can't even understand what I'm saying. I eventually hang up the phone and arrive at the restaurant, crying, scared, ******, and suffering minor injuries (two big knots on my head, a couple bleeding fingers, and a sore pinkie). My boss comes outside, opens my door, and asks me what happened.
I tell him, and then he tells me to go to the bathroom to wash up. I'm completely barefoot when I go inside the shop, but I'm still fortunate to be alive after the altercation that went on. I call my parents later, and my siblings come to check on me, making sure I'm all right, and everything. My boss and my co-worker ask me if I want to go back to the place, so that I can identify the perpetrators, but my family insists that I should just go home, since I've had a pretty rough night. I decide to go with the family's decision, give my boss the money that was attempted to be taken by the muggers ($130+), and spend the night at a hotel with my brother and cousin to cool off (also because the thunderstorm the previous night took away our electricity).
As of right now, I'm feeling a little better, but I still have the knots on my head, proving extremely sore upon touching the spots; I have since taken eight aspiring in the hopes of ceasing the headache I have. Additionally, I'm not working at either delivery shop (the pizza place, and the Chinese place) for the rest of my vacation (I only have a week left). Still, this night was absolute hell, and I pray I never go through this ordeal again.
It was about 10 p.m., and I was sent to deliver a usual order to one of the apartments. This time around, a young, Black teenager asked me if I was delivering the food I was carrying to his room, and I said I wasn't. The transferring of the food to the customer in exchange for the monetary payment went reasonably fast. However, as I was putting the money into my pocket, I saw that same kid looking at me from 10-15 feet away, and then he disappeared from my view. I start heading back to my car, putting the pizza bag into the backseat, and then heading for the driver's side. I put in my ignition key and am about to close my door, when the teenager from earlier, along with two of his cohorts stop my door from closing, and they immediately demand that I empty out my pockets (within moments, I'm hit very hard on my hand and head by a wooden stick).
I get out of the car, and I see the three Black teens, the one in the middle wearing shades with his dukes up, demanding again that I empty my pockets. Since I'm a very passive person, I did flinch once or twice when each of them was pretending to charge at me. Very calmly, I told them to leave them alone, but these guys weren't having it. I said it once again, a bit louder, hoping to prevent an altercation, when the teen in the middle charged at me with a few punches. I wasn't going to give them the money, so I attempted to fight back with a few punches of my own, but my inexperience in fighting proved to be an advantage to this attempted muggers. It immediately turned into a brawl, myself against three ticked-off muggers wanting the money I had in my pocket. I only fought them for a few seconds, and immediately started heading back to my car, but not without receiving several hard blows to my back and head with fists and the wooden stick. I successfully got into the car, locked the doors (and I also lost a flip-flop outside, since it was all I had to wear last night), and I got spit on through the window by one of the muggers.
I finally got away, terrified from the event that just took place. I called my boss on the cell phone after I got on the road and told him "I'm done. I'm freaking done." I was crying uncontrollably on the phone (the kind of crying where you can hardly breathe while you're talking), trying to tell my boss that I almost got robbed, and that I was finished with this delivery job. I'm still driving, and I'm about 3 minutes away from the shop; my boss is trying to get me to calm down, and wants to know where I'm located, and by then, I'm literally screaming at him on the phone. Sam gives the phone to his other employees because he can't even understand what I'm saying. I eventually hang up the phone and arrive at the restaurant, crying, scared, ******, and suffering minor injuries (two big knots on my head, a couple bleeding fingers, and a sore pinkie). My boss comes outside, opens my door, and asks me what happened.
I tell him, and then he tells me to go to the bathroom to wash up. I'm completely barefoot when I go inside the shop, but I'm still fortunate to be alive after the altercation that went on. I call my parents later, and my siblings come to check on me, making sure I'm all right, and everything. My boss and my co-worker ask me if I want to go back to the place, so that I can identify the perpetrators, but my family insists that I should just go home, since I've had a pretty rough night. I decide to go with the family's decision, give my boss the money that was attempted to be taken by the muggers ($130+), and spend the night at a hotel with my brother and cousin to cool off (also because the thunderstorm the previous night took away our electricity).
As of right now, I'm feeling a little better, but I still have the knots on my head, proving extremely sore upon touching the spots; I have since taken eight aspiring in the hopes of ceasing the headache I have. Additionally, I'm not working at either delivery shop (the pizza place, and the Chinese place) for the rest of my vacation (I only have a week left). Still, this night was absolute hell, and I pray I never go through this ordeal again.
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