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As some of you know, I moved back to St. Louis in 2005 after 6 years on the East Coast. Only days after I moved back, my brother hooked me up with a job as a pizza delivery driver for a local chain, where I work to this day. It's been good because it's given me an in-depth view of South City (where I grew up and still live) and what has changed since I left in 1999. And I've seen some unusual shit that I used to only read about and maybe experience occasionally:
--Being offered a beer in the middle of a shift by a customer
--Being offered pot as a tip by a customer
--Seeing body parts on customers that shouldn't be seen by anyone
--Seeing body parts on women that should be seen by any straight male or lesbian
--Walking through a crowd of tough-looking black guys
--Going into seedy apartment buildings in seedy neighborhoods
--Delvering some of the most disgusting pizza combinations known to man (broccoli on a pizza? WTF?)
At least it's never boring.
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