Getting A Super Bowl Of Vegetables
I work at a pizza place. On Super Bowl Sunday, a woman calls and orders around eight dozen buffalo wings for a party. She pays for the entire order in advance.
Fifteen minutes later, when the wings are approximately three seconds away from being finished, she calls back.
Customer: “Did you remember to make them vegetarian?”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “The chicken wings. Did you make them vegetarian?”
Me: “Vegetarian chicken wings aren’t a thing.”
Customer: “Sure they are! I want vegetarian wings!”
Me: “Short of some leap forward in Frankensteinian chicken technology, they’re a logical impossibility.”
Customer: “Then I want my money back! You misled me!”
She did get her money back, but that means the crew had plenty of wings to munch on while we took and made orders and listened to the game.
