A long time ago I was working my way through college at a pizza chain that had 30 minutes or free for a policy (since changed). I worked in a college town that had 1 college store and 4 or so residential stores with a few addresses -- as a manager though, the real money to made was at the college store (as a driver though, different story, but I digress).
It was common for managers in training to roll through the corporate store as they could be vetted by the supervisor a lot easier and the traffic would be much higher than their own store when they got it -- the franchisee would move them once they passed a certain level of training and most of them were terrific.
This one manager though (let's call him K) was a real dickhead. He would be rude for the sake of being rude, had a habit of dicking with your schedule and so on. We were all happy when K got his own store and left. I'm about 90% certain they gave him a small residential area on the outskirts of town just to keep him out of trouble -- it was only about 4k addresses from what I remember and a few road-side motels -- you know, the old kind that are a bunch of small buildings all sharing walls with a neon sign out front advertising some terribly low rate, A/C and cable. :)
And so the drama begins -- it was finals week and we (the college store) were really busy. We usually got slammed during finals but it wasn't terribly over the top here. There were three campuses in this town and one of them was being used for an FFA event (Future Farmers of America). K's motels were all full, in other words, because farmers tend to be of frugal mind-set -- still, he wasn't seeing a lot of motel orders, so he lets all but 1 driver go home.
So, suddenly, K's phones erupt like a volcano. He's behind around 30 pizza's when the distress call goes out to all of the stores in the area -- and to any driver he had just let off the clock. Sadly, for some reason, all of them were impossible to reach. So he calls us, he calls the DM, he calls other store managers -- he's running out of food -- he's giving away every pizza he's making (they're all late for about 3 hours).
And we were very much a team -- anyone else had made that call we would have been happy to help -- but not this guy:we all just sat back and laughed.
The tragedy has a second wave too -- at around 11:30 or so he finally gets caught up enough to start delivering some of the pizzas on time. The drivers would get to the motel, tell the person in the room the price and as soon as they realized the pizza wasn't free, they would say "I didn't order a pizza" and slam the door.
Lesson: Don't be a dick to people. It's bad business.