January 14th, 2005

constantine

Goldberg

GoldbergPaulie wasn't having a good day. He was stuck covering for Roberto and was midway through his second shift. To top everything off, he'd been landed with a call out to the east side of town.

He was only supposed to be working the south side. The east side runs were a lot longer, his scooter wasn't fast enough to make the deliveries in a timely fashion and people hated a late pizza. And if people got a late pizza it wasn't the company or the dispatcher that got the blame, it was the poor, silly bastard standing at the door with a tepid pizza.

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