I'd stick this in the main board, but it didn't happen to me, so I'm considering it a sighting.... anyway...
I'm at work tonight, and I seem to have magically discovered the key to tossing pizza-dough sometime during my days off, so I'm happy as a clam and making backup crusts for when we get busy later when this middle-aged woman comes in (Why is it always the 40-something women that seem to get like this? Why?) and asks for a medium thin-crust pizza. My coworker informs her that we only carry large thin-crust pizzas, and she starts on about how this OTHER store carries them. He tells her that they're a corporate store, while we're a franchise, and we just don't get enough requests for 12" thin-crusts to make it worth buying them (NOTE: Thin-crusts come pre-made, since they use a completely different dough than the original). She then starts off on some tangent about how the OTHER store could do them, so why couldn't we. Eventually she huffs and puffs and decides she'll get a large thin-crust instead, including a shot about hoping it's up to corporate standards since we seem to be 'second rate'.
I just wanted to turn around and tell her 'Look, lady, you bitching isn't going to magically make something appear in the stock-room. If he says we don't have any here, we don't have them. DEAL WITH IT!!!'. And, of course, I end up being the one that makes the pizza, and I did it so perfectly diagram-correct I wanted to weep with joy. Of course, if she hadn't been snarky I would've given her what we USUALLY do for pepperoni, which is packed in a very nice spiral pattern that puts me in mind of a blooming flower and hides the cheese completely.
I'm at work tonight, and I seem to have magically discovered the key to tossing pizza-dough sometime during my days off, so I'm happy as a clam and making backup crusts for when we get busy later when this middle-aged woman comes in (Why is it always the 40-something women that seem to get like this? Why?) and asks for a medium thin-crust pizza. My coworker informs her that we only carry large thin-crust pizzas, and she starts on about how this OTHER store carries them. He tells her that they're a corporate store, while we're a franchise, and we just don't get enough requests for 12" thin-crusts to make it worth buying them (NOTE: Thin-crusts come pre-made, since they use a completely different dough than the original). She then starts off on some tangent about how the OTHER store could do them, so why couldn't we. Eventually she huffs and puffs and decides she'll get a large thin-crust instead, including a shot about hoping it's up to corporate standards since we seem to be 'second rate'.
I just wanted to turn around and tell her 'Look, lady, you bitching isn't going to magically make something appear in the stock-room. If he says we don't have any here, we don't have them. DEAL WITH IT!!!'. And, of course, I end up being the one that makes the pizza, and I did it so perfectly diagram-correct I wanted to weep with joy. Of course, if she hadn't been snarky I would've given her what we USUALLY do for pepperoni, which is packed in a very nice spiral pattern that puts me in mind of a blooming flower and hides the cheese completely.
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