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Pizza Delivery Guy by Matthew McGuirk

 

Pizza Delivery Guy

by Matthew McGuirk

 

That’s the thing about being the pizza delivery guy,

you always get those smells:

the spice off the pepperoni,

the decadence of the cheese

and that crisp bread smell that really can’t be described any other way.

The greenhouse effect is always present

and the car is steaming on the way to the pizza’s destination.

Sometimes you just get so hungry

because Friday nights are so busy

and there’s no time to grab anything for the road

and wouldn’t that be distracted driving anyways?

Who’s to say that you didn’t get lost along the way though,

you’re sure that the pizza is much too cold to give to the customer

and it’ll need to go back to the shop to get them a fresh one, on the house of course.

Maybe you accidentally tripped and the pizza is a little sloppy in the box;

I’m sure that would warrant a new one for them as well

because really we don’t want unhappy customers.

That’s the thing about being the pizza delivery guy,

it’s always my fault,

but I’ll make sure to take this one for the team.

 

 


Matt McGuirk now teaches and writes, but used to deliver pizza for a three year stint at Athens Pizza in Bellows Falls, VT and Keene, NH. He now lives with his family in rural New Hampshire. Words in The Daily Drunk Magazine, Goat’s Milk, Idle Ink, Literally Stories, New World Writing, Sleet Magazine and Versification. Twitter handle: @McguirkMatthew and Instagram @mcguirk_matthew.

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