It’s All In The Delivery

| MI, USA | Working | January 1, 2014

(We’re slightly rural, but close to a freeway. I call the local pizza place, and get redirected to another one about 15 miles away, mostly on the freeway so it’s still only about a 15 minute drive.)

Me: “I’m 15 miles away in [area]. Will you still deliver?”

Pizza Place: *after a long pause* “Yes.”

Me: “Same delivery fee? And how long?”

Pizza Place: “Yes. About an hour, we’re very busy.”

(I check with my husband. He says he’ll pick it up.)

Me: “We’ll pick up. About how long?”

Pizza Place: “15 minutes.”

Me: “But if you deliver it would be an hour?”

Pizza Place: “I guess delivery would be less than an hour. There’s nothing really going on right now.”

(I’m starting to get suspicious, but I really want that pizza.)

Me: “We’ll pick up.”

Pizza Place: “Okay, phone number?”

Me: *I give my phone number*

Pizza Place: “Okay.”

Me: “I would like two medium deep dish, please. One with ham only, the other with ham and pineapple.”

Pizza Place: “So ham on both, and one with pineapple?”

Me: “Yes. Two medium deep dish. One with ham, the other with ham and pineapple.”

Pizza Place: “You want deep dish?”

Me: “Yes. Two medium deep dish. One with ham, the other with ham and pineapple.”

(I’m starting to feel like a parrot!)

Pizza Place: “I have to start over then. What is the phone number?”

Me: “Forget it. We’ll get something else.”

(I called another company’s store and received perfect service. It was delicious! Now I know why there are never any cars at that location when I’ve gone past it, and they have room for dining in!)

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