What goes around comes around

We've all worked jobs we had a particular distaste for, a place we dreaded stepping foot in, a manager's call we were apprehensive about getting. OP was working at a pizza place at the ripe old age of 18, earning $8.50 an hour, dealing with customers who were an absolute nightmare, and answering to a boss who should never have gotten a management role, to begin with. One night, a homeless man named Ricky entered the pizza store when OP was on shift, asking OP if there were any leftover pizzas t…