This has happened more than once, and ALWAYS when the place is totally slammed and I have to shout to be heard over the noise. The conversation always goes somewhat like this:
SC: What toppings do you have.
Me: Just the standard pizza toppings.
SC: ....*looks expectant*
Me: ...you want me to read them?
SC: Yes.
UGH! It's PIZZA! Tell me what you normally get, and if we don't have it, I'll tell you so. So unless you're a total nitwit who orders Cheese Steak Pizza with extra Pork and Lobster with such frequency that you've completely forgotten the existence of such common fare as pepperoni and mushrooms, we probably have it. But, no. You, Precious Snowflake, want the list of the dozen or so items read out to you over extreme noise by a hassled employee whose voice is already failing her.
I hope you choke on your cheese steak.
SC: What toppings do you have.
Me: Just the standard pizza toppings.
SC: ....*looks expectant*
Me: ...you want me to read them?
SC: Yes.
UGH! It's PIZZA! Tell me what you normally get, and if we don't have it, I'll tell you so. So unless you're a total nitwit who orders Cheese Steak Pizza with extra Pork and Lobster with such frequency that you've completely forgotten the existence of such common fare as pepperoni and mushrooms, we probably have it. But, no. You, Precious Snowflake, want the list of the dozen or so items read out to you over extreme noise by a hassled employee whose voice is already failing her.
I hope you choke on your cheese steak.
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