In the pizza world of work, we got a call for a Large MeatTopper, delivery. Total is $19.05
Wife (W) of the guy (G) whom ordered calls back;
Me: (spiel) and what can I get for you tonight, ma'am?"
W: I don't want the pizza, cancel my order.
We confirm it is this order, and I wave at the make-person to stop.
Me: If I may ask it, I have to know forrecords sake why you want to cancel.
W: Its too high, way too pricy.
Me: Its a little pricy since you get more than12 ouces of meat, plus extra cheese and sauce on it. Are you sure you're wanting to cancel it?
W: Well yes its why I --
--Guy picks up other phone a Wife laughs.
G: Yoo muth fucker, I ain' payin no bull shit 20 when I can get some from Dominoes for 12! It thar a bucha booooooooll sheet. You fucker! What the hell is it doing so high?
Me: Sir, that's no excuse to be rude. Pleas stop cussing me.
He starts yelling:
G: I AINT GOONNA DO N DAYUM THANG! You was put here to serve and you doing afcking lousy ass job you whore! I want some good pizza at a mutha FUCKING HELL good damn price--
Me: Sir, you are aware that I have your address and will not hesitate to track your ass down and apply a smart-stick to your face in the hopes to save your dying brain?
This made the wife laugh even harder and I just hung up on em. I had a rough day, and in the end succumbed to the anger.
Wife (W) of the guy (G) whom ordered calls back;
Me: (spiel) and what can I get for you tonight, ma'am?"
W: I don't want the pizza, cancel my order.
We confirm it is this order, and I wave at the make-person to stop.
Me: If I may ask it, I have to know forrecords sake why you want to cancel.
W: Its too high, way too pricy.
Me: Its a little pricy since you get more than12 ouces of meat, plus extra cheese and sauce on it. Are you sure you're wanting to cancel it?
W: Well yes its why I --
--Guy picks up other phone a Wife laughs.
G: Yoo muth fucker, I ain' payin no bull shit 20 when I can get some from Dominoes for 12! It thar a bucha booooooooll sheet. You fucker! What the hell is it doing so high?
Me: Sir, that's no excuse to be rude. Pleas stop cussing me.
He starts yelling:
G: I AINT GOONNA DO N DAYUM THANG! You was put here to serve and you doing afcking lousy ass job you whore! I want some good pizza at a mutha FUCKING HELL good damn price--
Me: Sir, you are aware that I have your address and will not hesitate to track your ass down and apply a smart-stick to your face in the hopes to save your dying brain?
This made the wife laugh even harder and I just hung up on em. I had a rough day, and in the end succumbed to the anger.
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