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Delivery boy

Two dudes were talking Summer jobs
on the bus platform
one guy said he delivered pizzas
and had heard of someone
who was held up and dropped his pizza
and ran
and the other guy said they're supposed to do that
and not have any money on them either
but the first guy said he had heard
if a guy who got held up and told the crook
to take the pizza but the crook wanted cash
and didn't believe the delivery boy
and gave him the shank

the second guy said
he wouldn't deliver pizza
for two reasons
first because it was too much like IT
you get dispatched and the bosses have always got you
on the end of the phone
and he preferred independence
and freedom
and smokes
second because it's dangerous
even though he couldn't care less
about sketchy back alleys
or shivs
or big tips
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he said he didn't want to mess with dudes
who were crazier than he was
apparently he had the same policy about girls and sex.
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