They Dough Know Anything
I get an angry call from an irate delivery customer.
Customer: “I didn’t say anything last time, but that’s twice now that you’ve completely gotten the order wrong. I want you to redo it.”
Me: “This was… the two deluxe with zucchini, right? They looked right coming out of the oven. Is something missing?”
Customer: “All of it is stuck on bread.”
Despite my years of experience, some of the stranger complaints still do shut my brain down for a few seconds while I catch up.
Me: “There’s… Do you mean a burger bun? You didn’t order any, so you shouldn’t have gotten any burgers…”
Customer: “No! All of the toppings, you stuck all of them into some kind of bread! I could barely get half the sauce back, and the mushrooms are all touching it, so I can’t eat them anymore.”
Me: “Huh? Wha?”
Customer: “Look. My husband really liked your submarines the other day. I don’t want to have to blacklist you. I haven’t eaten any of the pizza, so please, if you can just redo them, I’ll give these ones to your driver. Without the bread this time.”
Me: “Did you… you mean the dough?”
Customer: “Obviously not. It’s already been cooked. Are you new there?”
That, and the rest of that seven-minute-twenty-one-second call, will haunt me for a long time.