Listen For The Manager At The End
(I work at a well-known pizza chain; let’s call it Daddy Jim’s.)
Customer: “I’d like a large sausage and ham pizza and a large Italian Meats Trio.”
Me: “Alright, your total is [total]. We’ll have it out there in about 45 minutes.”
(An hour later as I arrive back from the delivery, the store receives a phone call from the same customer.)
Customer: “Yeah, hi. I ordered an Italian Meats Trio pizza, and you guys got it wrong.”
Me: “How did we get it wrong?”
Customer: “Well, it has sausage, ham, and some other s*** on it.”
Me: “Is the ham kind of orange?”
Customer: “Yeah.”
Me: “Is the sausage peppered and brownish-orange?”
Customer: “Uh… yeah.”
Me: “Is the other stuff salami?”
Customer: “Yeah! What the h***?”
Me: “Well, the orange ham is Italian ham, the sausage is Italian sausage, and you say there’s Italian salami.”
Customer: “Yeah, so what?”
Me: “That’s three Italian meats… Italian Meats Trio.”
Customer: “Well if I had known that, I wouldn’t have ordered a sausage and ham pizza too!”
Me: “Well maybe you should have some idea of what you’re ordering before you order it.”
Customer: “Well, why didn’t you guys tell me?!”
Me: “Because you ordered it. You didn’t ask about it.”
Customer: *click*
My Loud Manager: “F****** morons! I hate this job!”
