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I will not shove “it” up my backside. I do not know what “it” is, but in my many years on this earth I have figured out that that particular port hole is best reserved for emergency exit only. -GK
bob and tom did a song about toast
its quite funny
I have that song on my computer. I love it. My fiance hates it. If anyone wants to hear it, PM me with your email address.
Unseen but seeing oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv 3rd shift needs love, too
RIP, mo bhrionglóid
I personally like my toast jsut in the middle...not underdone, not overdone. But I'm not that fussy. It's jsut toast, and like most of you guys, as long as it doesn't come out looking like a charcoal briquette, I don't care. I load it up with peanut butter anyways.
You'd be surprised how particular people are with their toast/english muffins, etc. Back at the café, the cook would get so mad at the people who sent their toast back for not being "done" enough, she would just run it through the toaster a couple MORE times and burn the livin' sh*t out of it!!! Funny for her, not so much for me who had to deal with the irate customer....
Reminds me of the "well done pizza" story from waaaaaaaaay back. Anyone else remember it?
Unseen but seeing oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv 3rd shift needs love, too
RIP, mo bhrionglóid
enlighten us noobies! I didn't hear the pizza story!
I will not shove “it” up my backside. I do not know what “it” is, but in my many years on this earth I have figured out that that particular port hole is best reserved for emergency exit only. -GK
I don't remember all the details, but I'll attempt to give it a shot.
As I recall, some guy would call a pizza place and order pizzas. After they were delivered, he'd call back and complain that they weren't done enough. After a time, the pizza guys decided to make the complaints stop. What did they do? They burnt the HELL out of the pizza. After it was delivered, the guy called back. What did he say? "It's getting better" or something like that.
Did I remember it well enough?
Unseen but seeing oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv 3rd shift needs love, too
RIP, mo bhrionglóid
I don't remember all the details, but I'll attempt to give it a shot.
As I recall, some guy would call a pizza place and order pizzas. After they were delivered, he'd call back and complain that they weren't done enough. After a time, the pizza guys decided to make the complaints stop. What did they do? They burnt the HELL out of the pizza. After it was delivered, the guy called back. What did he say? "It's getting better" or something like that.
Did I remember it well enough?
That's the gist of it. My favorite part of it was when he was describing the process. I think he left the pizza in there for a solid hour, so long that the pizza shrank by 3" and had huge cracks through it where the burned cheese split to reveal the unburned cheese underneath. It cut like peanut brittle. The whole time, workers who knew who it was destined for were cheering him on. "Burn it! Burn it!"
A fact of life: After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F.....
The whole time, workers who knew who it was destined for were cheering him on. "Burn it! Burn it!"
And if I remember right, half of the workers were cheering him on, and the other half of the workers were standing back in horror of what was happening to this poor pizza. I wonder if the guy ever ordered pizza from there again.
I pray for the strength to change what I can, the inability to change what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference -Calvin, Calvin & Hobbes
Being a pessimist and cynical wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't right so often!
And if I remember right, half of the workers were cheering him on, and the other half of the workers were standing back in horror of what was happening to this poor pizza. I wonder if the guy ever ordered pizza from there again.
If he did, I would hope that the experience put enough respect in him to not be so adamant about 'well done' pizza. I agree with the guy who originally told it. To me, well done pizza is, well, done. Not raw. It's almost like the lady in the OP, ordering pizza like it was steak.
A fact of life: After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F.....
I'm just glad I remembered enough of it to make a coherent summary of it.
Unseen but seeing oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv 3rd shift needs love, too
RIP, mo bhrionglóid
There are people who go overboard ordering stuff well done who aren't SC's.
Perfect example of this was a couple who lives down here, who often came into the restaurant I used to work at. First time I waited on them, they ordered the appetizer, and asked me to ask the cook to "burn it." I did, the cook did, and the people were delighted. This continued throughout the meal: they would order everything burnt, we would burn it, they would be thrilled. So, as they were finishing up, I offered them dessert. Burned, of course. The declined, laughing. And they thought that was it. It wasn't. Because they absolutely LOST it laughing when I handed them the check. Burned, of course. And when I say burned, I mean with grill marks on it. Yes, from the grill.
That was one of my prouder moments. And they were (and still are) very nice people.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
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