Thumper
08-27-2018, 12:28 PM
Lynn and I very seldom order pizza, but for some odd reason, we both thought pizza sounded good Saturday night. We'd been very busy all day. Lynn was pretty worn out and really didn't feel like cooking, so we both decided pizza was the way to go. We like Pizza Hut pizza, so she went on-line and ordered a large pepperoni to go. I went upstairs, slipped on some clothes and headed out to pick up our pizza. When I got there, the drive-thru was pretty busy, but there were just a few people waiting for pick-ups inside and the dining room was empty. Basically, they weren't very busy. I gave them my name and said I was there to pick up an on-line order. The gal looked around and told me it wasn't ready yet and it would be a few more minutes. I asked for some crushed red pepper, some parmesan cheese and some napkins. The gal threw some pepper and cheese packets into a bag, then started looking all over creation for some napkins. I pointed out a stack under the counter at the drive-thru window and she grabbed a few to add to the sack. Then I started the wait for my pizza to be completed. I stood there at the counter for another 15 minutes and finally asked what was taking so long with my pizza? The gal asked again what I'd ordered. (I was the ONLY one inside the store at this time!) I repeated I was picking up a large pepperoni. She asked if I had my receipt and I informed her she hadn't given me one. She then started digging trough a stack of receipts on the counter and couldn't find it. I "jokingly" told her she probably threw "me" in the trash and she actually started digging through the trash can. THERE ... SHE FOUND MY ORDER!! WTF?? She walked into the back, asked around, then returned to the front where she checked in the warming oven rack thingy they have there to keep orders warm. My frigging pizza had been in there the whole time! She apologized and said they've been real "busy". Ummm, yeah, ok. I returned home with our now hour old pizza and I'll admit it was pretty good, although not even close to being hot. :(
Ok, yesterday, we were again super busy, came home and Lynn started deciding what she wanted to make for dinner. Problem was, she wasn't feeling all that well for some reason. I said something about how good the pizza was the night before and I'd like to have a Hawaiian pizza (ham and pineapple) for some crazy reason. She agreed that it did sound good. The weird thing is, we SELDOM eat pizza, especially TWO days in a row, but what the heck, why not?
We just wrote the previous bad experience off as a "bad night" and again, Lynn went on-line to place the order while I headed out to pick up our pizza (Pizza Hut is only 2-miles from our house). I arrived, went inside and they could not find my order! Not my pizza ... the actual order! I showed them the on-line confirmation on my phone and they started digging around through some paperwork with a confused look on their faces. The gal finally put in a new order so I prepared for another long wait. At least I knew for sure it wasn't in the holding oven this time! Again, I asked for red pepper, parmesan and napkins. She threw some pepper packets into a bag and started looking for the cheese packets. She couldn't find them, so she asked another employee who told her they were "out" of parm and that he'd have to go "out back" to get some out of storage. I told them to forget it, I probably had some left-over at home from the previous night. THEN ... the gal starts looking around for some napkins! After quite a while of digging, she again asked a co-worker where the napkins might be. He said, "Oh, we're out of napkins, just give him some paper towels!!!" Again I said, "nevermind, I have paper towels at home."
Ok, now I'm at the counter waiting for my pizza. As I'm standing there, I'm looking into the kitchen area and watching this black gal (I know, she could have been purple, or green, but she was black and I'm pointing it out for no particular reason) standing at her station making the pizzas. I noticed she had no gloves on and kept rubbing the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as well as moving her hair out of her face. Then I watched the process. She'd grab a crust, smash it flat a bit, then she'd spread tomato sauce on the dough. Ok, now comes the fun part, she'd then scoop out some cheese (I assume the portions are measured) with a plastic scoop and sprinkle it around. Then she'd reach in each of the bins for the toppings and spread them out on the crust WITH HER BARE HANDS THAT SHE'D JUST USED TO WIPE THE SWEAT FROM HER BROW AND REARRANGE HER HAIR! I probably watched her make 3-4 pizzas when she f'd up. She spread out the dough, scooped the cheese out and spread it over the crust. THEN, realized she'd forgotten the tomato sauce. You guessed it, she picked up the crust, held it over the cheese bin and scraped the cheese off ... back into the bin! Again, with her bare hands!
As I was watching all of this, I noticed the large trash can in the kitchen was full, yet they kept throwing garbage on top of the pile where it would simply fall out onto the floor! I just shook my head in amazement. Then I decided to take a pic since nobody was paying a bit of attention to me standing there waiting for my pizza. Here's the pic ... I can't imagine how much crap would be on the floor by the end of the night!
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The feet in the background is the gal making the pizzas. My lost order is probably one of those receipts lying on the floor in the foreground!
Ok, it CAN'T get any worse, right? Oh yeah ... it gets "stupid worse!" My "Hawaiian" pizza is finally ready to go. The gal brings it to the counter and as I'm ready to walk out, I remember Lynn ALWAYS tells me to check it before leaving. I open the box, look inside and see a pizza with cheese and a few pieces of ham scattered around. I look up and nobody is at the counter, I wait ... and wait ... and finally holler for someone to come to the counter. Some dude walks up and asks if he can help me. I told him I didn't bring my cheaters in with me, so I may be a bit blind, but I see no pineapple. (I honestly thought MAYBE it was buried under the cheese and I just couldn't see it without my glasses). The guy looks at it and said, "Oh yeah, we're out of pineapple!" (I ain't a religious man, but I swear on a stack of Bibles it's true!!!) By this time, I was about to lose it. I asked, since I was standing at the counter waiting the whole time, did ANYONE ever think to ask me if I'd like to change my order??????? He then asks if I'd like them to make another pizza for me ... something besides a Hawaiian pizza of course! I slammed the lid shut and said, NO THANKS! Then as I was walking out the door with my "ham pizza", he asked if I'd like a FREE order of bread sticks! I didn't bother answering.
THEN, I arrive home, Lynn opens the box and asks, "Where's the pineapple?"
I'll end this here as there may be innocent kids reading this post.
One thought popped into my mind as I was driving home ... THESE are the people the bleeding heart Liberals are demanding receive a $15/hr. minimum wage! :pissed
Ok, yesterday, we were again super busy, came home and Lynn started deciding what she wanted to make for dinner. Problem was, she wasn't feeling all that well for some reason. I said something about how good the pizza was the night before and I'd like to have a Hawaiian pizza (ham and pineapple) for some crazy reason. She agreed that it did sound good. The weird thing is, we SELDOM eat pizza, especially TWO days in a row, but what the heck, why not?
We just wrote the previous bad experience off as a "bad night" and again, Lynn went on-line to place the order while I headed out to pick up our pizza (Pizza Hut is only 2-miles from our house). I arrived, went inside and they could not find my order! Not my pizza ... the actual order! I showed them the on-line confirmation on my phone and they started digging around through some paperwork with a confused look on their faces. The gal finally put in a new order so I prepared for another long wait. At least I knew for sure it wasn't in the holding oven this time! Again, I asked for red pepper, parmesan and napkins. She threw some pepper packets into a bag and started looking for the cheese packets. She couldn't find them, so she asked another employee who told her they were "out" of parm and that he'd have to go "out back" to get some out of storage. I told them to forget it, I probably had some left-over at home from the previous night. THEN ... the gal starts looking around for some napkins! After quite a while of digging, she again asked a co-worker where the napkins might be. He said, "Oh, we're out of napkins, just give him some paper towels!!!" Again I said, "nevermind, I have paper towels at home."
Ok, now I'm at the counter waiting for my pizza. As I'm standing there, I'm looking into the kitchen area and watching this black gal (I know, she could have been purple, or green, but she was black and I'm pointing it out for no particular reason) standing at her station making the pizzas. I noticed she had no gloves on and kept rubbing the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as well as moving her hair out of her face. Then I watched the process. She'd grab a crust, smash it flat a bit, then she'd spread tomato sauce on the dough. Ok, now comes the fun part, she'd then scoop out some cheese (I assume the portions are measured) with a plastic scoop and sprinkle it around. Then she'd reach in each of the bins for the toppings and spread them out on the crust WITH HER BARE HANDS THAT SHE'D JUST USED TO WIPE THE SWEAT FROM HER BROW AND REARRANGE HER HAIR! I probably watched her make 3-4 pizzas when she f'd up. She spread out the dough, scooped the cheese out and spread it over the crust. THEN, realized she'd forgotten the tomato sauce. You guessed it, she picked up the crust, held it over the cheese bin and scraped the cheese off ... back into the bin! Again, with her bare hands!
As I was watching all of this, I noticed the large trash can in the kitchen was full, yet they kept throwing garbage on top of the pile where it would simply fall out onto the floor! I just shook my head in amazement. Then I decided to take a pic since nobody was paying a bit of attention to me standing there waiting for my pizza. Here's the pic ... I can't imagine how much crap would be on the floor by the end of the night!
10197
The feet in the background is the gal making the pizzas. My lost order is probably one of those receipts lying on the floor in the foreground!
Ok, it CAN'T get any worse, right? Oh yeah ... it gets "stupid worse!" My "Hawaiian" pizza is finally ready to go. The gal brings it to the counter and as I'm ready to walk out, I remember Lynn ALWAYS tells me to check it before leaving. I open the box, look inside and see a pizza with cheese and a few pieces of ham scattered around. I look up and nobody is at the counter, I wait ... and wait ... and finally holler for someone to come to the counter. Some dude walks up and asks if he can help me. I told him I didn't bring my cheaters in with me, so I may be a bit blind, but I see no pineapple. (I honestly thought MAYBE it was buried under the cheese and I just couldn't see it without my glasses). The guy looks at it and said, "Oh yeah, we're out of pineapple!" (I ain't a religious man, but I swear on a stack of Bibles it's true!!!) By this time, I was about to lose it. I asked, since I was standing at the counter waiting the whole time, did ANYONE ever think to ask me if I'd like to change my order??????? He then asks if I'd like them to make another pizza for me ... something besides a Hawaiian pizza of course! I slammed the lid shut and said, NO THANKS! Then as I was walking out the door with my "ham pizza", he asked if I'd like a FREE order of bread sticks! I didn't bother answering.
THEN, I arrive home, Lynn opens the box and asks, "Where's the pineapple?"
I'll end this here as there may be innocent kids reading this post.
One thought popped into my mind as I was driving home ... THESE are the people the bleeding heart Liberals are demanding receive a $15/hr. minimum wage! :pissed