I really think that a certain pizza chain in our small Texas town has one working brain cell between the two locations. I have an online order for [My Name]. Cash or card? You kind of have to pay for it online before the order will go through. How long does it take to make more? The breadsticks are okay, but I really wanted the sauce. How long does it take to make some more? A few minutes. I get that. But I paid for it already. Do you want something else? The manager comes back with ranch instead and shoves it at me.
I come around and go inside, and instead get a full refund for the whole thing, which takes twenty minutes to do. Does it show that I have an order? Can you check, please? Can you check for my name on there to see, please? We put it in the box for you to pick up inside. When I come around inside, I look for the information, even though I requested drive-thru pick-up when putting the order in.
I go to the counter and talk to the same employee as before. The employee walks off to grab the manager, who says the same thing to me. I would like to get my pizza and just get out of here.
Is there a way you can grab the pizza and give it to me? I need a refund. This is the dumbest reason not to get a pizza. But let me grab the pizza for you. Sorry about that. Next time, just use the code. Luckily, my roommate ate it. I work at a little mom-and-pop grocery store, where we stopped accepting checks as payment before I started working there. I was on register on a Tuesday afternoon when an elderly woman came up with a few cans of soup.
She fixed me with a stare that probably caused many young children to soil their pants about fifty years ago. A few hours later, I was pulled aside by management. She has dementia and shops using checks, then the manager calls her son, and her son pays her bill over the phone. I was written up for not knowing this woman and the deal her son had made with the manager. While at work, I slip and land back-first on the edge of a stair. By lunchtime, though, sitting at my desk has me completely worn out and aggravated, and as I go to stand up, I make a horrible sound.
