Thankfully Didn’t Drone About The Time Zone

I work in a pizza place that is near a state border. The two states are in different time zones — thirty minutes apart.

A man comes in one day and stands around waiting, not approaching the counter. This isn’t unusual; I figure he made an online order and is just waiting for us to call out his name and say it is ready. After a little bit, he starts getting annoyed and eventually comes up to the counter.

Customer: “Where is my order? I did a timed order to be ready at 5:30, and I have been waiting here for fifteen minutes and it is still not ready!”

Me: “Sir, it’s only 5:15.”

He looked a little embarrassed after that and explained that he was from across the border, so his watch was set to the other time zone. Hopefully, he didn’t have somewhere urgent he needed to be, or he might have been thirty minutes late!