Last night my parents decided to eat in (they usually go out somewhere on Tuesday nights), and decided to get pizza. Here's how Dad ordered it:
First, he looked through all the junk mail in the lounge room for some coupons.
Not finding any, he called Pizza Hut anyway.
And made them read out the entire menu.
And then asked Mum what she wanted.
And then took his time deciding what kind of base to have.
And then changed his mind about having it delivered because delivery time was 45 minutes (he took about that long to go pick it up anyway, the local pizza hut moved recently and he couldn't find the new address).
It was almost as bad as the time his Hungry Jacks drive through order was "Two burgers... oh wait there are different kinds... hmm..." while a queue formed behind him.
He's not senile or anything, just takes his time making decisions.
So I offer my apologies to people who work at Pizza Hut and anywhere else my father tries to order anything from.
First, he looked through all the junk mail in the lounge room for some coupons.
Not finding any, he called Pizza Hut anyway.
And made them read out the entire menu.
And then asked Mum what she wanted.
And then took his time deciding what kind of base to have.
And then changed his mind about having it delivered because delivery time was 45 minutes (he took about that long to go pick it up anyway, the local pizza hut moved recently and he couldn't find the new address).
It was almost as bad as the time his Hungry Jacks drive through order was "Two burgers... oh wait there are different kinds... hmm..." while a queue formed behind him.
He's not senile or anything, just takes his time making decisions.
So I offer my apologies to people who work at Pizza Hut and anywhere else my father tries to order anything from.
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