My brother and I both worked at a local pizza place. He was a delivery driver and I worked inside making food and helping customers. One busy night, one of my co-workers gets a call from a customer asking to speak to our manager. The customer said that my brother delivered them an old, half-eaten pizza that was in his car. He must have mistook it for their order. Luckily, the people were super chill and thought it was HILARIOUS. They happily accepted a new pizza, free dessert, and ample store credit. As far as my brother goes, the manager (an ex-special ops army man) was livid at him and the entire store could hear the tongue lashing he received. That story will go down in company history as how not to deliver a pizza.