It's not working-class humiliation ... it's just theatre geeks
PHOTO BY BILL KELLEY
Just in case y'all missed it on the SliceNYC site, or CityPages.com, I thought I'd bring to your attention the wacky folks of Galactic Pizza for whom dressing up in shiny tights and capes to deliver pizza is an art form to be exalted, rather than a humiliation to endure, as was my tenure as a See's Candies girl.
My pop, their letter carrier, wishes to highlight Galactic's enlightened decision to use environmentally-friendly electric delivery vehicles.
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Caitlin, Jennie and I decided to give the new underdogs of local pizza delivery a try, we all went down stairs to wait for a lovable freak in a full body suit and helmet to deliver our pie in one of the funny little cars we'd seen in the neighborhood. Pruscitto, mushrooms, basil + a goofy outfit sounded pretty damn good.
After about an hour we saw the 3 wheeler driving past my apartment. We waved our arms, but he kept going down the hill. After 20 min. we called and told the dispatcher who gave a stoner chuckle and said, "We dont have any way to get ahold of him." (Guess there's no room for cell phones in those tiny golf carts.)
We wait another 15 min while contemplating canceling the order. Then from way down the block we see a young white guy with dreads and a pizza bag jogging and checking addresses. Turns out his electric car couldn't make it back up the hill once he drove past us. This sight was almost funny enough to make up for the lackluster pie we received and paid 25 bucks for - but not quite. What sounded gourmet in the description had very few ingredients, and was overall pretty bland. The crust might have been okay, but I couldn't tell. The dominant flavor was disappointment. And they guy wasn't even wearing tights when he showed up. For now I'm forced to order pizza from the angry hippies who drive cars that run on gas and get their cheese from Sysco.
- Cory
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