I’m in a heated debate with a friend about what a pizza person wants when they show up.
My friend says a person should go down to the entrance door and get the pizza.
I say that’s dumb, I say you have them come to your door.
Who’s right?
I have never lived in an apartment, but whenever I have been in one that had a pizza delivered, the delivery person always came right to the door.
Some apartment complexes don’t want delivery people to enter the complex. If you live in some place like that, you should go get the pizza.
Otherwise, why not? The exercise won’t hurt, and it’s a nice thing to do.
well, i used to deliver pizza and everytime i went to an apartment, i just got buzzed up to the front door.
Well, most of the time when I order pizza there is a good reason why I’m not going out ot eat, such as: I don’t feel like getting dressed to go out. So, I say let them deliver to the door. Then I can hang in my undies until I have to answer the door.
All the way to your apartment door…and you give 'em a decent tip (15-20%). I’ve lived in apartments all my adult life and it never occurred to me to go to the building entrance to get my pizza. I once lived in an apt bldg where they kept the main doors locked, and the pizza guy had to have the front desk call up, but then he came up to my apt door. Why should someone living in a house get front door delivery but someone in an apt not?
When I delivered Pizza, I always went to the apartment door. If it was one that required a buzz-in, I would. I can’t remember ever having someone waiting in the lobby for me (not counting when I would deliver to women’s dorms on the local college campus - drivers weren’t ALLOWED upstairs, so we would call up from the lobby, and then wait. Really obnoxious when you have three more stops to make)
That friggin’ settles it! The tinfoil hat is just not working! You must have planted bugs. Fine! Eavesdrop on my life, you fascists!! But I’ll find them, oh yes, I’ll find those damned bugs, and then I’ll have you right where I want you … mwahahhahahaahaa
Seriously, …
I just came on line to find a phone number to my local pizza joint and I thought I’d pop in here real quick. And lo and behold - I find this thread. What do you people want from me?!?!?
The thing is, I live in this big weird warehouse apartment deal. Even if I were to buzz the pizza guy in, I’d have to fax him a map of the place or he’d never find my door. So I go down to him.
I live on the fifth floor. They always bring it upstairs. But I open my door and call them over from the elevator, so they don’t have to walk the floor holding a pizza.
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I’m in a heated debate with a friend about what a pizza person wants when they show up.
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What a driver wants? Well, in my case, I’d love to see people meeting me at the entrance to the apartment. Do I expect it? No, not at all. I consider it part of my job to go straight to the customer’s door whenever possible, regardless of whether it’s a house or apartment.
The only times I won’t go to the door are when:
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[li] there’s a gate I can’t get through[/li][li] there’s a clear safety hazard (big snarling dog, electric fence, land mines, etc)[/li][li] the customer specifically requests otherwise[/li][/ul]
So if you want to meet me by the entrance, great. But it’s not even a minor faux pas if you don’t. No worries.
Aaaha!!
I’m right then. Thank you one and all.
Since two different pizza delivery people have voted for staying in your apartment, and waiting for the guy to come to you, rather than vice versa, well that’s what I’m going to do then!!
Huh. I always met the pizza guy downstairs because I figured the whole point of having a locked front door was to keep folks from wandering about. Besides which, the third floor is broken into three wings and I doubt he wants to meander around looking for my unit.
I’ll probably continue meeting him downstairs. It sounds like the pizza guy likes it, I can take the stairs faster than he can wait on the slow elevator and I’m content with it. Sure, I order pizza because I don’t want to go out. But until I have the cool air of the outside against my skin and am looking for the car keys in my pocket, it’s not really “going out”.
I never had to deliver a pizza to an apartment that required this, but I did have to deliver to dorms, which was annoying.
I only know about LSU, where I was, but there, you had to meet the pizza guy in the lobby. He could not go to your room. We would tell the dorm people when they ordered that we’d call them before we left and they needed to wait for us in the lobby (some of the dorms wouldn’t even let us in the lobby.) Inevitably, They would park themselves on the phone and we’d be unable to tell them their pizza was ready. Some drivers simply would not leave for the delivery until they could get through and tell the person they were leaving.
While we’re on pizza delivery etiquette, here’s one that ALWAYS aggrivated me in my pizza days. Please do not call the pizza place until you know what you want to order. If you don’t know the toppings available, I’ll be happy to tell them to you and then you can hang up and call back when your order is ready to be placed. It used to drive me nuts when people would call up and then keep me on the phone for ten minutes while they debated with the ten other people in the room about what they were going to order.
Finally, if your pizza is late (and I know few places guarantee delivery times these days) it is almost always not the fault of the driver. I was delivering during the 30-minutes-or-$3.00-off times and although I gave the three dollars off, never once was I delivering a pizza that went out the door on time. The delay usually came in making the pizza (especially in my store, where the idiot Assistant Manager, who insisted on making all the pizzas, would hole up in his office with the driver he was sleeping with.) So don’t assume that just because I’m handing you a late pizza, it’s my fault it’s late.
And for those of you wondering if drivers don’t know who tips and who doesn’t? They do. Most of the drivers I knew could tell you simply from the address.
I’ve never figured out how to buzz people in, so I usually just go down there and wait.
When I’ve lived in apartment buildings I’ve always come down to the front door to fetch my pizza (or Indian or whatever). This is possibly because I’ve always lived in apartments where it wasn’t necessarily obvious which floor I was on, but I think even if it was I’d still go down and get my food myself. I dunno, it just strikes me as the polite thing to do.
That pizza delivery guy thinks I don’t know. But I know. Oh, certainly friggin’ know.
So … I’m sitting in my apartment last night, minding my own business, polishing my tin foil, when there is a knock on my door. IT’S THE PIZZA GUY!!
No doorbell, no phone call from down stairs, no buzzing in - I was not given the option to go downstairs to meet him. Not only did this covert operati … I mean Pizza Guy get into my security building, he apparently had a homing device zeroing in on my apartment.
Friggin’ CIA.
Pizza sucked, too.
I usually go pick up my pizza so it’s fresh and hot, but when I occasionally get things delivered, I typically go down the stairs and meet the guy. My dog, though always very friendly when he meets people, goes ballistic when he hears the buzzer, so it sounds like there’s a vicious giant wolf on other side of the door (he does this bark-howl thing). It’s just easier for me to run down the stairs.
If access to the front door weren’t so easy, I’d definitely have the delivery person come to my door.
Some fancy-pants luxury apartment buildings here in NYC have another system entirely. When the delivery person comes to the building one of the several doormen pays the deliverer with his own money. Then the doorman brings it upstairs to the tenant where he is reimbursed.
These buildings really don’t like “undesirables” wandering around their hallways.
I lived on the third floor of my last apartment. I expected them to come to the door and it never occured to me to meet them at the bottom of the stairs or at the apartment gate.
Marc
When I delivered, I would always go to the door of the appartment, not just the building. If there was a buzzer, I would buzz first, and some people would come down, but I never expected it.