Normally, I get awesome people when I answer the phone. Sometimes I get the flirty kind and others just happy go-lucky people. Lately though, lord help me I want to strangle someone!
Two days before Christmas:
Me- M
Scrooge Lady - SL
M: Thank you for choose -Pizza Hut- blah blah blah. Delivery or Carryout?
SL: Hmph. Delivery.
M: Takes the phone number, address, etc. Thank you SL, what can I get for you tonight?
SL: I want a MEDIUM, not LARGE, MEDIUM, pan pizza with everything.
M: Okay ma'am, I'll get you a medium supreme - it will be cheaper that way.
SL: Whatever.
M: Okay, ma'am, your total comes to xx.xx, will this be cash or credit?
SL: Cash.
M: Okay ma'am, your order will be there shortly.
SL: How long is delivery time again?
M: An hour to an hour and a half, ma'am.
SL: But I'm STARVING. I guess I can starve longer.
M: Okay, ma'am. You have a nice day!
I get off the phone and kind of look at it before going, "Scrooge." My manager cracks up. She goes and delivers it. Comes back quite irritable.
Mgr: You're right, she is a freaking Scrooge!
aaaand, THREE from today.
Lobotomy Man
M: Opening spiel, "Would you like to try our Amazing 10 dollar pizza deal?"
LM: Sure! I actually want two of them.
M: Will this be for delivery or carry-out?
LM: Delivery.
M: Address, etc. Thank you sir, what kind of pizza can I get for you?
LM: Well, since you made me go through all of that, why don't you tell me?
M: ....
LM: ....
M: ...
LM: No sense of humour huh?
M: Nope. What kind of pizza do you want?
LM: Blah blah blah. Make sure you have change for a hundred. Blahblah blah.
M: Alright, one moment.
I convverse with my manager and get the OK.
M: Okay sir, that's not a problem! Anything else I can get you?
LM: Well, with all THAT effort, I could use a lobotomy and some hookers and beer.
M: Well, sir, since I'm not a surgeon, I cannot do the former and as I'm not a hooker, I don't know of any. Sorry.
LM: Oh, NOW you get that sense of humor?
M: Yes sir. Will that complete your order?
LM: Sure, honey.
Marine and Drunken Friend:
M: Spiel. Delivery. Got it.
Mar: Blah blah blah.
DF: Tell her to deliver it! I WANNA FUCK YOOOU BABY
M: And would your friend like anything besides the pizza and two-liter?
Mar: It would seem he wants you.
M: Tell him I'm sorry but I'm not for sale, dear.
DF: Awh DAMNIT!
Mar: Are you married?
M: No sir, but I'm still not for sale. Just your friendly Pizza Hut CSR.
Mar: Aw, then that's all!
M: Okay sir, your total is 15.xx after delivery charge and tax.
Mar: thank you ma'am, have a nice night!
M: You too, sir. Tell your friend to drink some water! =)
DF: Come on, girl, come over!
Mar: Bye!
I WANT MY PIZZA RAWR!
Me - M
Pizza Monster - PM
And older lady calls and I do my spiel and shit and she goes and orders for CARRY-OUT. Now, carry-out is where you come in and PICK IT UP. Delivery sounds so much different. I tell her it'll be twenty minutes and not even five minutes after this, she calls.
M- Thanks for calling....
PM - WHERE'S MAH PIZZUH?! GARBLEGARBLE
M- Your name please?
PM - It's PM , my number is blahblah
M- Ma'am, you ordered for carry-out. It ha--
PM - I KNOW WHAT I ORDERED! CARRY OUT SO WHERE IS IT?!
M- Ma'am, you come in to pick the pizza up for carry-out...
PM - NO YOU DON'T! I want MAH pizzuh!!!!!
M- Do you want it delivered?
PM - YES DAMNIT
M- Okay, ma'am. It'll be there as soon as we can get it there. Thank you.
PM - MAH PIZZUH! GARBLEGARBLE -click-
...I swear to god, I want to strangle these people sometimes. Although, the marine and his friend were fun to talk to and only slightly annoying! Haha. -Falls over ded.-
Two days before Christmas:
Me- M
Scrooge Lady - SL
M: Thank you for choose -Pizza Hut- blah blah blah. Delivery or Carryout?
SL: Hmph. Delivery.
M: Takes the phone number, address, etc. Thank you SL, what can I get for you tonight?
SL: I want a MEDIUM, not LARGE, MEDIUM, pan pizza with everything.
M: Okay ma'am, I'll get you a medium supreme - it will be cheaper that way.
SL: Whatever.
M: Okay, ma'am, your total comes to xx.xx, will this be cash or credit?
SL: Cash.
M: Okay ma'am, your order will be there shortly.
SL: How long is delivery time again?
M: An hour to an hour and a half, ma'am.
SL: But I'm STARVING. I guess I can starve longer.
M: Okay, ma'am. You have a nice day!
I get off the phone and kind of look at it before going, "Scrooge." My manager cracks up. She goes and delivers it. Comes back quite irritable.
Mgr: You're right, she is a freaking Scrooge!
aaaand, THREE from today.
Lobotomy Man
M: Opening spiel, "Would you like to try our Amazing 10 dollar pizza deal?"
LM: Sure! I actually want two of them.
M: Will this be for delivery or carry-out?
LM: Delivery.
M: Address, etc. Thank you sir, what kind of pizza can I get for you?
LM: Well, since you made me go through all of that, why don't you tell me?
M: ....
LM: ....
M: ...
LM: No sense of humour huh?
M: Nope. What kind of pizza do you want?
LM: Blah blah blah. Make sure you have change for a hundred. Blahblah blah.
M: Alright, one moment.
I convverse with my manager and get the OK.
M: Okay sir, that's not a problem! Anything else I can get you?
LM: Well, with all THAT effort, I could use a lobotomy and some hookers and beer.
M: Well, sir, since I'm not a surgeon, I cannot do the former and as I'm not a hooker, I don't know of any. Sorry.
LM: Oh, NOW you get that sense of humor?
M: Yes sir. Will that complete your order?
LM: Sure, honey.
Marine and Drunken Friend:
M: Spiel. Delivery. Got it.
Mar: Blah blah blah.
DF: Tell her to deliver it! I WANNA FUCK YOOOU BABY
M: And would your friend like anything besides the pizza and two-liter?
Mar: It would seem he wants you.
M: Tell him I'm sorry but I'm not for sale, dear.
DF: Awh DAMNIT!
Mar: Are you married?
M: No sir, but I'm still not for sale. Just your friendly Pizza Hut CSR.
Mar: Aw, then that's all!
M: Okay sir, your total is 15.xx after delivery charge and tax.
Mar: thank you ma'am, have a nice night!
M: You too, sir. Tell your friend to drink some water! =)
DF: Come on, girl, come over!
Mar: Bye!
I WANT MY PIZZA RAWR!
Me - M
Pizza Monster - PM
And older lady calls and I do my spiel and shit and she goes and orders for CARRY-OUT. Now, carry-out is where you come in and PICK IT UP. Delivery sounds so much different. I tell her it'll be twenty minutes and not even five minutes after this, she calls.
M- Thanks for calling....
PM - WHERE'S MAH PIZZUH?! GARBLEGARBLE
M- Your name please?
PM - It's PM , my number is blahblah
M- Ma'am, you ordered for carry-out. It ha--
PM - I KNOW WHAT I ORDERED! CARRY OUT SO WHERE IS IT?!
M- Ma'am, you come in to pick the pizza up for carry-out...
PM - NO YOU DON'T! I want MAH pizzuh!!!!!
M- Do you want it delivered?
PM - YES DAMNIT
M- Okay, ma'am. It'll be there as soon as we can get it there. Thank you.
PM - MAH PIZZUH! GARBLEGARBLE -click-
...I swear to god, I want to strangle these people sometimes. Although, the marine and his friend were fun to talk to and only slightly annoying! Haha. -Falls over ded.-



enough said.

As for the I WAN MAH PIZZA !!!!11!!! SC...what a moron...carryout =/= delivery!
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