Maybe They’re Just Bummed They’re Missing The Game

On the way to a friend’s house to watch a football game, I stop to pick up a pizza. I ordered in advance so it should be ready by the time I get there. I walk in, and the worker has multiple boxes open and is more or less flinging pizzas into them trying to get orders ready. This worker must not be having a good day.

Me: “Hi, I’m here to pick up a pizza.”

Worker: “Well, obviously. Do you know how many pizzas people have ordered today? Look at this! I’ve had forty-five pizzas ordered in the last ten minutes! It’s going to be a wait!”

Me: “Oh, I ordered ahead. My last name is [My Last Name].”

Worker: “Your pizza’s ready, but if you can just wait a minute so I don’t burn three other pizzas while I deal with yours…”

Me: “Take your time.”

I know game days are busy days, but talk about grouchy! I don’t know if there is supposed to be another worker who decided not to show or what, but don’t take it out on me! But I don’t want to say anything until I have my pizza in hand; I don’t want it thrown in the trash or spit on!

Finally, the worker shoves my pizza at me so hard I have to catch it.

Me: “Thank you very much. I’m sorry I had to order a pizza and absolutely ruin your day!”

I won’t be ordering game-day pizza from here again!