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We DO NOT Deliver There!
We were swamped tonight. Manager C left to ude the potty, and was gone for 45min total. No biggie, I know she has healh problems, but TELL SOMEONE YOU ARE GONNA BE GONE MORE THAN 45MIN. As we notice she isn't there, in comes a group of FOURTY.
FOURTY. All at once, and as they were sorting out child ages I was ramming two whole ovens full of pizzas, WHILE cutting pizzas, WHILE managing deliveries, WHILE answering the phone. I was busy, and aggravated.
We were so busy, that at 5 we had 100+ pizzas/deserts/Snappolies/bread+cheese sticks. At 6:30, we had NOTHING.
A man calls...
Man: Do yall derliver out here?
Me: Where is "out here?"
Man: Well, issa mahle pas' tha Crushednuts road, and then ya take ahn two ah de drivewas past, and den I'm two mahles out.
Me: Sir, you are more than ten miles away from us, we don't deliver past Almost Crushednuts road.
Man: Can yeh ask ah man'ger?
...I put him on hold, still no Manager C. This man has called us for the past three years asking the same thing. Doubtful the answer has changed.
Me: ...sir, our managr says no.
Man: Welp, thank ya.
At least he was nice!
A woman walks up to the cashier area.
Wom: Do you deliver beyond Asshattery Lane?
Me: I'm sorry, we don't go past Sillyhattery Lane, which is a good mile from Asshattery Lane.
Wom: HMMPH! Dominoe's does.
...then go harass them, and leave me alone.
Not nearly as sucky as could be, but people were all asking for us to deliver to places in the next TOWNS!
At least twelve all night.
None of them were awful, but I got sick of it. Add to that playing manager while Manager C kept disappearing and telling no one.
FOURTY. All at once, and as they were sorting out child ages I was ramming two whole ovens full of pizzas, WHILE cutting pizzas, WHILE managing deliveries, WHILE answering the phone. I was busy, and aggravated.
We were so busy, that at 5 we had 100+ pizzas/deserts/Snappolies/bread+cheese sticks. At 6:30, we had NOTHING.
A man calls...
Man: Do yall derliver out here?
Me: Where is "out here?"
Man: Well, issa mahle pas' tha Crushednuts road, and then ya take ahn two ah de drivewas past, and den I'm two mahles out.
Me: Sir, you are more than ten miles away from us, we don't deliver past Almost Crushednuts road.
Man: Can yeh ask ah man'ger?
...I put him on hold, still no Manager C. This man has called us for the past three years asking the same thing. Doubtful the answer has changed.
Me: ...sir, our managr says no.
Man: Welp, thank ya.
At least he was nice!
A woman walks up to the cashier area.
Wom: Do you deliver beyond Asshattery Lane?
Me: I'm sorry, we don't go past Sillyhattery Lane, which is a good mile from Asshattery Lane.
Wom: HMMPH! Dominoe's does.
...then go harass them, and leave me alone.
Not nearly as sucky as could be, but people were all asking for us to deliver to places in the next TOWNS!
At least twelve all night.
None of them were awful, but I got sick of it. Add to that playing manager while Manager C kept disappearing and telling no one.
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