Delivery Crap
So, there's this couple that would call/come in very rarely. They were nice, until one time last year they decided they wanted a delivery. We mostly dealt with Mr. Man of the Year.
Ouch, sorry. You're about three houses away from our delivery zone. It really does suck yes, but...
Forevar.
MMY: Why can't you deliver to my house?
Me: I'm afraid you're out of the area we deliver to.
MMY: Its three houses down!! (after I explain the are limit)
Me: I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I could personally do. Would you prefer to talk to a manager, or maybe come by and pick up your order?
MMY: No.. no. I am NOT coming all the way there for food, it takes forever.
Then, why do you expect us to drive forever to you?
MMY eventually wanted a manager, who denied him politely, but vehemently.
Working Above Me
One time, he "gave in" and came by to pick it up. The actual owner of our store was there, and knew the guy, so went to shake his hand when he began a hassling demand we deliver to his house. Owner says no go.
Another time, he and Wife of the Year came in. Politely ordered, perfect manners, got their food, sat down n ate.
And then...
TAG TEAM!
MMY would verbally assault the front person with a barrage if informed, if stupid, passive-aggressive rage. WY would nod and throw in her feeble cents when she deemed it appropriate, and looked rather pleased to be able to hassle us in person.
Not that they ever got rude.. they were very smiley and polite, and calm... Like a.. parrot or something. I have no idea.
Managers eventually would piss them off with no until they left. This happened often.
The Walls Have Fallen, but Where is the Call?
So, at whatever point during this years-long struggle, one of the higher-up-non-peons of the store decided to allow this couple delivery rights.
The couple have come in to eat inside the store since, and promised orders.
The other houses on their strip of newly annointed delivery zone never ordered.
The couple just keeps coming in to eat, though nary a pick-up or delivery has been called.
Maybe they were just trying to "prove a point," or just get on our nerves until they won? To see how far they could push the store before the overlords granted their wish?
Either way, don't ask for crap if you're not going to use it, which brings us to...
The Lonely Pizzas
You know how you ask for a pizza and we put it on the buffet? Yeah? Then you eat it and your tummy is filled with the joys of goodness? That makes my day, sometimes. You scarf your head off, customer. I am here to FEED YOU.
Those are great times, and then I get these people.
The Veggie Hag
She asks when she orders.
V: Are you gonna have a vegetarian pizza??
Me: Yes, it'll be about six to eight minutes!
V: Great!
She asks random employee at the buffet.
V: When is the vegetarian pizza going to be out?
REATB: Um, I'll put one in for you, it should be a few minutes.
She asks when she gets a drink from the machine.
V: Hey, dishwasher, is there going to be a vegetarian pizza out soon?
DW: I'll go look!
Again when she gets a salad, to the front people.
V: Is there gonna be a vegetarian pizza soon on the buffet?
FP: Yes, it should be close now.
V: Okay, because I really only like the vegetarian pizza.
And another time when you bring out whatever was in front of it.
V: *getting other pizza she claims to hate* Is that a vegetarian you're holding?
Until she seems to be full of whatever else she had, she picks up her things, and walks to the door. This woman eats FAST.
Me: Veggie Topper Pizza!
Wha.. to the right..
Me: Ma'am! Your veggie is her-- and she's gone. Cute.
This lonely veggie is now sitting under and above heat, that will turn its crispy crispy thin crust into a wallow of semi-dampness from tears and condensation.
Woe.
So, there's this couple that would call/come in very rarely. They were nice, until one time last year they decided they wanted a delivery. We mostly dealt with Mr. Man of the Year.
Ouch, sorry. You're about three houses away from our delivery zone. It really does suck yes, but...
Forevar.
MMY: Why can't you deliver to my house?
Me: I'm afraid you're out of the area we deliver to.
MMY: Its three houses down!! (after I explain the are limit)
Me: I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I could personally do. Would you prefer to talk to a manager, or maybe come by and pick up your order?
MMY: No.. no. I am NOT coming all the way there for food, it takes forever.
Then, why do you expect us to drive forever to you?
MMY eventually wanted a manager, who denied him politely, but vehemently.
Working Above Me
One time, he "gave in" and came by to pick it up. The actual owner of our store was there, and knew the guy, so went to shake his hand when he began a hassling demand we deliver to his house. Owner says no go.
Another time, he and Wife of the Year came in. Politely ordered, perfect manners, got their food, sat down n ate.
And then...
TAG TEAM!
MMY would verbally assault the front person with a barrage if informed, if stupid, passive-aggressive rage. WY would nod and throw in her feeble cents when she deemed it appropriate, and looked rather pleased to be able to hassle us in person.
Not that they ever got rude.. they were very smiley and polite, and calm... Like a.. parrot or something. I have no idea.
Managers eventually would piss them off with no until they left. This happened often.
The Walls Have Fallen, but Where is the Call?
So, at whatever point during this years-long struggle, one of the higher-up-non-peons of the store decided to allow this couple delivery rights.
The couple have come in to eat inside the store since, and promised orders.
The other houses on their strip of newly annointed delivery zone never ordered.
The couple just keeps coming in to eat, though nary a pick-up or delivery has been called.
Maybe they were just trying to "prove a point," or just get on our nerves until they won? To see how far they could push the store before the overlords granted their wish?
Either way, don't ask for crap if you're not going to use it, which brings us to...
The Lonely Pizzas
You know how you ask for a pizza and we put it on the buffet? Yeah? Then you eat it and your tummy is filled with the joys of goodness? That makes my day, sometimes. You scarf your head off, customer. I am here to FEED YOU.
Those are great times, and then I get these people.
The Veggie Hag
She asks when she orders.
V: Are you gonna have a vegetarian pizza??
Me: Yes, it'll be about six to eight minutes!
V: Great!
She asks random employee at the buffet.
V: When is the vegetarian pizza going to be out?
REATB: Um, I'll put one in for you, it should be a few minutes.
She asks when she gets a drink from the machine.
V: Hey, dishwasher, is there going to be a vegetarian pizza out soon?
DW: I'll go look!
Again when she gets a salad, to the front people.
V: Is there gonna be a vegetarian pizza soon on the buffet?
FP: Yes, it should be close now.
V: Okay, because I really only like the vegetarian pizza.
And another time when you bring out whatever was in front of it.
V: *getting other pizza she claims to hate* Is that a vegetarian you're holding?
Until she seems to be full of whatever else she had, she picks up her things, and walks to the door. This woman eats FAST.
Me: Veggie Topper Pizza!
Wha.. to the right..
Me: Ma'am! Your veggie is her-- and she's gone. Cute.
This lonely veggie is now sitting under and above heat, that will turn its crispy crispy thin crust into a wallow of semi-dampness from tears and condensation.
Woe.

We also dealt with a lot of college students and cheapskates, so the manager had no problem telling it like it was. He may have had some other issues as a manager, but protecting his drivers wasn't one of them.


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