Unfiltered Story #362415

This story is made anonymous by using some known memes. Due to some discussions of the chain in question on the Not Always forums, I decided to try getting unsliced pizza from Breaking Bad’s Pizzeria. After buying from them a few times, they updated their website to a new order system that let you use Facebook to connect. I did this once with awkward results. The second time got worse. I texted my daughter after placing the second order.

Me: I ordered a pizza from Breaking Bad’s. Can you pick it up on your way to game night?

My daughter: Sure. What time?

Me: Whenever you leave, it should be ready. The order number is 1234567 and will be under my Facebook name, SN4TCH BUCKLER. Give them my phone number if necessary.

Later she calls me.

My daughter: Dad, they said they didn’t have any order for that.

Me: What?! They did this the last time. Did you give them the name I texted you?

My daughter: Yes, I even showed them the text.

Me: Hold on. Let me call them.

A minute later:

Lady: Breaking Bad’s. How what can I get you?

Me: Hi, I ordered a pizza about 45 minutes ago. I’m having my daughter pick it up, but she tells me you said you don’t have the order. I had her give you the order number and name.

Lady: I’m sorry, but we don’t have the order numbers. We’ve got a new website and we don’t get the order numbers. Are you sure you ordered from us?

Me: Yes. I’ve even got the credit card purchase reported by my back. It should also have a name you probably can’t pronounce on it with the initials SB.

Lady: [Sounding exasperated like I’m trying to get a free pizza. it’s the same lady I dealt with before with this same problem. I can tell by the voice and tone.] Sir, we don’t have any order under that name. Do you know what you ordered?

Me: Yes, a New York style cheesy poof.

Lady: We got an order for that about 45 minutes ago. It’s for a S… SN… something “Burger.” I can’t pronounce it.

Me: Yeah. Like I said, 45 minutes ago with a name you probably can’t pronounce, initials SB. I did tell you that.

Lady: [suddenly a bit more cheerful] Oh, yes, we have that.

Me: Thanks, just give it to my daughter.

Twice now that’s played out mostly the same way. I’m tempted to try again. Any bets on how it turns out?