I’m a nineteen-year-old girl, and I work as a cashier at a small pizza place just up the street from my house. One day, I’m using the restroom during my break when I hear knocking on the door. Our restroom is a single-occupant unisex restroom.

Me: “I’m in here!”

The knocking continues.

Me: “Occupied!”

The knocking gets louder.

Me: “I said I’m in here!”

Voice: “Open up!”

Me: “Give me a moment!”

The knocking suddenly gets very loud and the door handle starts jiggling. I’m done using the restroom at this point, so I get up, flush, and wash my hands. When I open up the door, I see the manager, who is easily in his fifties, standing there.

Manager: “Why didn’t you open the door?”

Me: “I was using the bathroom!”

Manager: “Doesn’t matter. You need to open the door whenever I knock!”

He wrote me up for insubordination. I quit the next day and found a new job at a different restaurant in the next town over a few days later. The pay wasn’t as great, and I had to have my mom or my older brother drive me there since I don’t have my driver’s license and it’s too far to walk to, but at least the staff and management there knew how to respect other people’s privacy!

I’m delivering three pizzas that were ordered online; there’s a weird note attached to the order warning me to watch out for ninja attacks. When I actually get there, a guy answers the door dressed as one of the ninja characters from the video game Mortal Kombat and there are two girls also partially dressed as characters talking in the living room behind him. The transaction goes as normal until the end when he tells me, “If you see Scorpion, tell him he’s late.”

Some guy, presumably “Scorpion,” pulls up as I am walking down the driveway and he must notice the confused look on my face because he laughs and explains that they are working on their cosplays for a convention they are all going to in a few months.

I’ve seen a lot of weird things on my deliveries, but I can safely say this is the first time I’ve seen ninjas.

I work in a pizza place which has the word “Pizza” in the name of the company. When we answer phones, we always start by thanking people for calling [Restaurant] and asking whether the customer would like to place a carry-out or delivery order. On this particular night, I pick up the phone just as my manager does, and he begins taking the order without realizing I am on the phone.

Manager: “Thanks for calling [Restaurant]. Will this be for pick-up or delivery tonight?”

The customer is clearly drunk and slurring his words.

Customer: “Wha… What did I call?”

Manager: “[Restaurant]. Could I get you a delivery order, sir?”

Customer: “…what do y’all sell?”

Manager: *Deadpans* “Tires.”

Customer: “F***! I was trying to order pizza!” *Hangs up*

The not-so-right customer in this case is me. I live with my boyfriend. We order a pizza but realise we have to go to a nearby store to pick up something before closing time. We just arrive back at our house when we notice the delivery guy waiting for us.

Me: “Oh, look, here’s our pizza.”

Delivery Guy: “That’ll be [amount].”

We pay and head back to our flat when my boyfriend suddenly stops and casts a weird look at me.

Boyfriend: “I thought we ordered their special offer; that costs only [smaller amount]. How come we had to pay this much?”

I check the box and sure enough, it’s a totally different order than what we ordered. The address on the box is right; the name, however, is not. We stand there, bewildered, when our neighbour comes out of the building.

Neighbour: “Is that my pizza? Because I just ordered one from [Pizza Place] and I figured it must have arrived, but they forgot to call me. What happened?”

Me: “Well…”

It turned out he had ordered at the same time and from the same restaurant as us. I had to call the place and explain the situation. I think I heard them laughing in the background.

I work at a pizza place that has an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet and salad bar at a pretty cheap price. Due to the global health crisis, we have added several safety precautions such as no more than six people per table, no moving tables together, and applying hand sanitizer and gloves before using the buffet/salad bar.

One morning, a group of about twenty senior citizens comes into the restaurant right when it opens and they move a bunch of tables and chairs together. It ends up being about fourteen people at one table and five at another. Of course, the only reason they didn’t have all of them at the same table was that there was no room to add another table.

I tell them the policy about no more than six. This guy in a red shirt says, “What are you, the cops?” so I get the manager, but he says to let it slide. It’s not a decision I agree with, but he is the boss. So, I do.

A little bit later, guess who goes to the buffet? Red Shirt Guy. Of course, he doesn’t apply hand sanitizer or gloves, so we tell him to not use the buffet until he does, and he ignores us. When we ask him, he says again, “What are you, the cops?” before, thankfully, doing as requested.

Then, Red Shirt Guy goes to get a salad. I’m sure you can see where this is going.

We ask him, in the interest of the health and safety of the other customers, that he apply gloves and hand sanitizer before using the salad bar.

“What are you, the cops?” Then, he asks if we are going kick him out.

I tell him that I would be happy to ask the manager to do so. I go to get the manager and then the guy tries it again! So, I tell him, louder and firmer, for the interest of the health and safety of the other customers, to please use gloves and hand sanitizer before using the salad bar.

The manager tells him to follow the rules or he will be kicked out. The guy doesn’t cause anymore commotions, and I probably would chalk it up to just another entitled jerk if it wasn’t for the last thing.

A little bit before the Red Shirt Guy leaves, he calls me over and “apologizes.” He says that he just wanted to “push the envelope.” So, basically, he just wanted to see how much of an a**hole he could be before he got kicked out. He never “apologized” to the coworker in charge of the salad bar and buffet who he harassed more than me. What an a**hole.