What is it about the night before a big snow event that brings out the weirdos? Just a quick, short, and fucking WEIRD one from tonight. Around 9:30, the phone rang, and the following convo ensued:
ME: <opening spiel that I'm required to give> This is BrenDAnn, may I help you?
SC: Yes, my name is Weirdette ElWeirdo, in <town I work in>, Iowa.
ME: *taking the brief pause she makes to think okay, wtf?*
SC: I was wondering if you would deliver a couple of Pepsi's to me if I gave you five dollars?
ME: O.o I'm sorry, ma'am, but we really don't have anyone in the store right now that can do that.
SC: You don't have anyone in the store that can do that...*long pause, I swear I could hear the gears in her head turning, fighting desperately to process the information* What about your manager?
ME: I'm sorry. Our manager isn't in right now.
SC: Your manager isn't in...Oh...Okay...What time do you close?
ME: Eleven.
SC: Eleven. Okay, well, thank you for your time. Goodbye now.
ME: Goodbye
What...the actual...fuck? We don't even deliver our delicious pizzas, let alone pop! Oh, sure, lady, let me or my co-worker just bundle our ass up and go out into the 20 or 30 below zero windchills to bring you a couple of pops. You...who I really don't know. At all. Yeah...No. Not happening. It was only coworker C and myself there, and neither of us could leave our posts at all, and even if we could, again, dangerous windchills, and the fact that she is a complete stranger. GK, I think one of your best customers escaped and moved to Iowa! You come and get her and take her back, ASAP!
ME: <opening spiel that I'm required to give> This is BrenDAnn, may I help you?
SC: Yes, my name is Weirdette ElWeirdo, in <town I work in>, Iowa.
ME: *taking the brief pause she makes to think okay, wtf?*
SC: I was wondering if you would deliver a couple of Pepsi's to me if I gave you five dollars?
ME: O.o I'm sorry, ma'am, but we really don't have anyone in the store right now that can do that.
SC: You don't have anyone in the store that can do that...*long pause, I swear I could hear the gears in her head turning, fighting desperately to process the information* What about your manager?
ME: I'm sorry. Our manager isn't in right now.
SC: Your manager isn't in...Oh...Okay...What time do you close?
ME: Eleven.
SC: Eleven. Okay, well, thank you for your time. Goodbye now.
ME: Goodbye
What...the actual...fuck? We don't even deliver our delicious pizzas, let alone pop! Oh, sure, lady, let me or my co-worker just bundle our ass up and go out into the 20 or 30 below zero windchills to bring you a couple of pops. You...who I really don't know. At all. Yeah...No. Not happening. It was only coworker C and myself there, and neither of us could leave our posts at all, and even if we could, again, dangerous windchills, and the fact that she is a complete stranger. GK, I think one of your best customers escaped and moved to Iowa! You come and get her and take her back, ASAP!
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