(I’m in a local pizza parlor. I have just stopped at the grocery store next door for some things, so rather than get delivery, I am just going to bring the pizza home. While waiting for it to be finished, another customer comes storming in.)
Customer: “Where’s my d*** pizzas?!”
(The girl at the register looks startled, but I half-hear the guys in the back say something like, “Not again.”)
Worker: “I’m sorry, what name was it ordered under?”
Customer: “The same name I always order it under, and you always take too d*** long!”
Worker: “I really am sorry that it took too long, but we’re very busy, and we’ve been telling everyone orders will be at least forty-five minutes to an hour.”
Customer: “Yeah, I know, and that’s too long! I’ve been waiting at least that much! Where’s my order for [several pizzas]?!”
(One of the guys making the pizzas pipes up.)
Cook: “Probably at your front door; the driver left with it about three minutes ago.”
Customer: “Bull! I know you lazy b*****ds are just standing around and—”
(Right on cue, his cell phone goes off. He answers angrily and stomps around the eating area while yelling back and forth. While he is doing so, the owner of the business comes out of the back.)
Customer: “I demand to be compensated for this!”
Owner: “No. Every two weeks you pull this nonsense, and every two weeks we tell you the same thing; you’re not getting free pizza because you think you’re special and we’ll magically make five pizzas in half the time it takes to make one! Especially in the middle of the football playoffs!”
Customer: “That’s what these are for; we’re trying to watch it at my house!”
Me: “These guys make some of the best pizza I’ve ever had; are you actually surprised that they get busy, especially at a time like this?! If you know it’s going to take an hour to get to you, then order an hour sooner! Stop making those of us that want to order look bad, and use your d*** head!”
(The customer didn’t get his free pizza, had to wait for the driver to get back, and took it home himself. I got a fist-bump from one of the cooks, and the owner handed me a bottle of soda; apparently being a regular that helps out is a better way to get stuff than being a jacka**!)