Tales From A Domino's Shitlord: This Big Piggy Went On A Rampage Hey guys. Quite a while since I posted anything Domino's related. Being a delivery driver is pretty tame. While you do have the more ghetto houses and apartments quite a few of our deliveries go to nearby gated communities. But, one of my last one's from last night's shift(almost 3 AM as I post this) was to some average looking apartments near the downtown area. I parked and walked over to the other side of the complex where the delivery address was. I knocked on the door, and despite a dog barking on the other side no one answered. But then, it happened.  You see the apartment I delivered to was upstairs, so I had a view of what was about to unfold. I heard banging first, not gunshot banging, but the kind you hear when something of someone is getting slapped or hit hard. Then there was yelling downstairs on the other side of the complex, and the shouting got louder as a door opened. A fatty came out, Caucasian, one of the biggest beer guts I've ever seen in a blue shirt and ball cap and what looked like a pack of belongings. The yelling I heard was a mix of ''calling the police,'' ''you whore'' and ''cheating''. The fat dude kept on yelling profusely and cursing, and then walked out of view towards a row of cars. Fatass then begins more barely tangible yelling and cursing and then I hear the sound of what must be him slamming or hitting something metal. Like it sounded like he was breaking something or throwing shit around, yelling like a maniac. Now I was kinda getting scared shitless. That may sound silly, but keep in mind it was late at night(almost midnight) and you never know what people can be up to at this hour, and as someone who grew up with their fair share of domestic violence growing up, my instincts told me you never know how far south this shit can go. And I couldn't get back to my car without passing by him and God knows I wasn't risking it.  Then I finally heard the sound of lardo roaring out of the area in a car and as I was walking downstairs I saw the couple who ordered the pizza on their balcony having saw it all, hence why they didn't answer. After a conversation about what the fuck just happened, they got their food and gave me a decent tip for my troubles and then I went on to the rest of my shift. I don't know what that was all about, but can't say I'm surprised. Fatties are very often inconsiderate of others, and this was a prime example. This dude had no problem with causing a big public disturbance(and likely property damage) at almost fucking midnight. Motherfucker was so crazy, he could've been on drugs for all I knew. Damn good thing I carry a personal alarm and mace...