And To Top It All Off…

(I work in a pizzeria as a take-out girl, meaning I take phone calls for customers and input what they want into the computer. I’m in the middle of an order.)

Customer: “I’d like two extra large pizzas, one with pepperoni and cheese, and one with pepperoni, cheese, onions and bacon.”

Me: “Okay! That’ll be [price].”

(We don’t count cheese as a topping you have to pay for unless you get double cheese… so two toppings and cheese is the standard price on the menu and anything after that is extra.)

Customer: “No! You charged it wrong. It should be [standard price].”

Me: “Well… you got three items on the second pizza… and—”

Customer: “and… I only got one topping on the first one! I should get [standard price]!”

Me: “It doesn’t work like that, I’m afraid.”

Customer: “It should! Get me you manager!”

Me: “All right…”

(I put my manager on the phone, after five minutes of explaining he hangs up.)

Me: “How’d it go, [Manager]?”

Manager: “Well… apparently we’re all stupid scam artists who make terrible pizza… She said to either give her the price or hang up. Guess which I picked?”