My roommate, Shannanigans, and I both work together at a high volume Pizza Hut in Florida as line cooks. However, both of us work morning shift which means that occasionally we are understaffed and answer phones as well as make the food. On one such day, Shannanigans was flitting between the make-table and the phones and she recieved a very...special call from one of our most memorable customers.
After picking up the phone, Shannanigans offered the usual greeting that we are required to give which always ends with "How may I help you?"
Our darling little Einstein replied simply, "PIZZA!"
Stunned, but not entirely taken aback, my coworker found it in herself to respond, "Um...what's your address?"
Luckily our neanderthal could at least be guided through that much, but it fell into a ditch all over again when they actually arrived at the ordering stage. Once again, my coworker inquired, "What is your order?"
Once again, a remark of pure wit, "PIZZA!"
By this time I was nearly in stitches, but still it continued. Shannanigans at least managed to get the customer to decide on a size before continuing on to toppings.
The response was different this time, but no less glowing, "MEAT!"
My coworker nearing frustration and the customer nearing the point of being the ultimate Darwinistic folly, she finally finished the order before coming back to muse over how much God ACTUALLY hated us that day. It's still one of the greatest Pizza Hut stories we have to tell.
After picking up the phone, Shannanigans offered the usual greeting that we are required to give which always ends with "How may I help you?"
Our darling little Einstein replied simply, "PIZZA!"
Stunned, but not entirely taken aback, my coworker found it in herself to respond, "Um...what's your address?"
Luckily our neanderthal could at least be guided through that much, but it fell into a ditch all over again when they actually arrived at the ordering stage. Once again, my coworker inquired, "What is your order?"
Once again, a remark of pure wit, "PIZZA!"
By this time I was nearly in stitches, but still it continued. Shannanigans at least managed to get the customer to decide on a size before continuing on to toppings.
The response was different this time, but no less glowing, "MEAT!"
My coworker nearing frustration and the customer nearing the point of being the ultimate Darwinistic folly, she finally finished the order before coming back to muse over how much God ACTUALLY hated us that day. It's still one of the greatest Pizza Hut stories we have to tell.
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