Pizza Out, People!

I used to work as a delivery driver at a regional pizza chain. About an hour before the end of my shift, my manager asked me if I’d be willing to help with deliveries at another location in our district (about 30 minutes away), as they had a call-out and were getting slammed. I agreed and made the drive over there. 

At around 7:30 PM, the manager of that location approached the cashier and me on shift.

Manager: “Alright, we’ve died down now, and I don’t really have the hours to keep you both around, so I’ve gotta send one of you home.”

Cashier: *Literally bouncing up and down.* “Ooh, me! Send me! I wanna go home!”

Me: “I’ve been working since 11 AM. It’s nearly three hours after my shift was originally supposed to end. I’m in a store I don’t normally work at, in an area I’m not familiar with.” *To the cashier.* “You were scheduled to work, here at this location, from 5 ’til 8 PM. Yeah, no, I’m going home…”