I am taking a phone order that is being paid with a credit card.
Me: “Okay, and the card’s expiration date… and your name? Okay… and what is the zip code that the card is registered to?”
Caller: “I’ve been ordering from you for thirteen years!”
I’m pretty sure that store has only been open for six years at this point.
Caller: “Who are you to treat me like this?! I don’t need an interrogation! I just want my pizza!”
Me: “Sir, we don’t keep your credit information on file. I’m just going through the process for taking a card over the phone.”
Caller: “I want a [pizza], and I’m coming down to get it!”
He shows up, hands me a credit card, and just glares at me, daring me to ask for his zip code. When I take his card to slide his card through, he gets the most amazing “Aha!” look on his face and starts yelling.
Caller: “What was all that crap on the phone about my zip code? Trying to steal my identity, motherf*****?”
Me: “No, I asked for the zip code because if you’re on the phone telling me the numbers, you could be anyone with a stolen credit card. You might not know the zip code of the person you stole the numbers from, so the computer will not allow to me manually input a card without that information. Now that you’re here, I can just physically use your card.”
I then look at the card in my hand, and it is not signed.
Me: “Sir, as your card isn’t signed, do you have an ID that matches the name on the card?”
Caller: “No, I f****** do not! Just slide the card and give me my d*** pizza!”
Me: “Sir, you drove here.”
Caller: “Yes, because you wouldn’t let me f****** order over the phone!”
Me: “You drove here… without ID? Like your license?”
Caller: “…F*** you, I’m ordering from [Pizza Chain]!” *Storms out and illegally drives off*