His Brain Is Missing At Least One Piece
I work at a pizza restaurant, and I have just picked up the phone.
Me: “Thank you for calling [Restaurant]. Is this a pick-up or delivery?”
Customer: “It’s a pick-up.”
Me: “Okay. What can I get for you?”
Customer: “Do you have a six-piece?”
Me: “Yes, our smalls are six pieces. Did you want a deep dish or round?”
Customer: “Deep dish. And how many pieces is that, three?”
Me: “No, sir, it’s a six-piece. What would you like on it?”
Customer: “Pepperoni, and how many pieces is that?”
Me: *Exasperated* “Six.”
Customer: “Okay.”
I think that is the end of it, but then I am the one who helps him when he comes to pick up his order.
Customer: “I had a deep dish. I think it was an eight-piece.”
Me: *Fully dead inside* “No, sir, as I said on the phone, the small is a six-piece.”