And the pizza actually tasted better than it does today.

And you know what else kids? The food was actually good!

Childhood memories unlocked! They even made time for the best 4th grade field trip ever 🤤

We got to make our own tiny pizza 🍕

What was yours?

As one of those Gen-X land pirates, I really wonder what would happen if GPS suddenly disappeared? Like, when is the last time anyone has seen or used a paper map?

I also delivered pizza back in the days, and yeah - the big paper map was a thing, but after awhile, didn't even need that

After the internet too.

I delivered pizzas for quite some time and we had a map on the wall laid out like a road map with grids.

Order came in, address matched to grid, find the address and go.

Our slower drivers would use gps or maps. The good ones just knew the area.

And if you couldn't pay for the pizza, they'd have sex with you

I have three local places that still deliver using their own guy and I order exclusively from them. It limits my options, but fuck the delivery apps. Anywhere else, I either dine in or pick it up myself.

I love the association that younger generations have with paper maps is pirates. Literally everyone used maps, they had racks of them at gas stations. And yet, now they're legendary items that only exist with Xs that mark the location of treasure.

Also, I cannot explain my excitement the first time I cut a human out of the pizza ordering pipeline. With zero regard for the employment impact, all I could think about was never getting the wrong kind of pizza (or it it going to the wrong house and never showing up) again. No longer was there a risk of being misheard or someone else making a mistake entering the order info for your address or a half sausage and onion, half pepperoni jalapeño pizza. Everyone around me thought ordering your pizza through an internet website was the nerdiest thing. Most of them didn't know it was an option and even after my explanation, they preferred to call, wait your turn on hold, repeat your house number, spell out your street name, give a cross street and explain which half of the pizza was your parents toppings and which half was the kids. People just couldn't believe that you could type something into a computer at your house and then a pizza would show up, without the assurance of a person's voice confirming they'd received your order and that they will cook exactly what you requested and bring it to you. Of course there was no feedback in those days. You didn't get an ETA for when it would arrive, an update when your pizza was being cooked, or when the driver left the shop, let alone a GPS tracked map of the drivers location. Once you selected whether you were paying in cash (like a normal person) or paid in advance with a credit card (like some kind of fancy business person), you just waited. If your order didn't show up after 45 mins, you pick up the house phone, find a coupon you saved with the pizza shop number, and manually press physical plastic buttons that moved and beeped, which was the style at the time.

the land before the techbro company that adds very little value got rich by putting themselves in the middle, scamming clients and exploiting workers, while making them angry with each other.

"progress"

I always enjoy staring at this exact framed photo any time I'm waiting at my local Domino's. It really gives me that Saturday night pizza feeling.

Imagine not being able to look things up on your phone the instant you think of them

"unskilled labor"

I really liked being a pizza delivery driver pre-GPS. It did require some skill, but you learned quickly about how things work:

• Is it a complex of some sort (e.g., trailer park, apartment, condo)? Look for a unit map.
• Evens on one side of the street, odds on the other
• You learn all of those weird roads that have the same name in two disconnected parts of town

It was easily the best "shitty job" I've ever had.

Something that seems immediately apparent to me is that these folks are not fresh high school students. Adults used to work these jobs.

I was one of those land pirates, once upon a time- and after a few weeks on the job we didn't need the paper maps, either.

By the end of the century, modern fantasies is just going to be the 90s.

They also stopped doing the 30-minute thing because they kept getting sued over the wrecks caused by trying to meet the 30-minute deadline.