Former Papa John’s management checking in here - 40% on food costs is still pretty unreasonable for that business. Our target “food, labour, mileage” percentage of total income was meant to be 52%; if that was 40% food costs, and the mileage we paid to our drivers was usually 4.2% of our income, that’d leave all of, uh, 7.8% labour costs! Hey, you know, I was really good at handling Monday night Armageddon rushes (I’m sure you fellow pizza employees know the ones - “oh my god it’s raining! The world’s going to end! And before I die I have to have one last Papa John’s pizza!!!”) on a skeleton crew, but I don’t think anyone could run a pizza store on 7.8% labour 
Currently I work at Uno Chicago Bar & Grill (formerly known as Pizzeria Uno) and considering there the pizzas are quite gourmet - over 5 cups of cheese on some of their 10" pizzas, and let me tell you, mozzarella cheese runs insanely pricey, and we use feta and muenster and such, which are even more expensive - I wouldn’t be surprised if they spend 40% on their food costs. 'Course the pizzas are more expensive, and they don’t deliver … but … er, I forgot my point. 
I’ve never delivered so I don’t have any really good “I was on this delivery once” stories, but I did have a driver whose car was stolen - twice! - on delivery (and our store was located in one of the nicest parts of our city), and then there was the one customer who called to complain that there was “mould” on his pizza crust, and if we didn’t make him another “goddamned pizza” so he could pick the “fucking bitch” up, he was going to come down to the store with his shotgun and be our “worst fucking nightmare” … that was fun. I asked him to please tone down his language a bit because I was trying to help him, and he replied, “Well the Constitution to the United States says I have the right to say whatever the fuck I want.”
My answer: “More importantly, sir, my store policy states that I can deny service to anyone, at any time, for any reason I so desire; and right now your abusive language sounds like a pretty good reason. I’m trying to help you, sir, and it will be a lot easier for me to help you if I don’t have to feel like I’m being physically threatened.”
He finally calmed down enough to order a new pizza (strangely different toppings from the one he ordered before, the supposed “mouldy” one) and I spent a good 20 minutes ensuring this pizza was perfect - perfectly round crust, perfectly even thickness throughout, a perfect saucing job, the exact perfect amount of cheese, no bubbles, no visible sauce ring around the edge of the toppings - and he never came back in to pick it up.
shrug Hey, it was dinner for us.
Pizza customers are sometimes the most irrational people on the planet, it seems… 