-we call Pizza Pizza and this Mexican lady who knows little English answers
-an hour later she finally understands that I am not in Bangladesh and the ordering is done
-we wait...
-char's cell says one missed call, we call and the line disconnects
-we wait 20 minutes more
-we call the unknown number again. Turns out it's Ali the pizza guy. Ali couldn't get through on Charlotte's phone so he left and went back to the store... WITH OUR PIZZA!
-he then proceeds to tell us this is a private line, do not call again and hangs up.
-we call again asking, very politely what the pizza situation is
-he then says "DIS IS A PRIVUT NUMBAH DON CALL AGAIN F*** YOU!"
-I'm staring at the phone and we call our friend Ali back :)
-I bitch, scream and apologize to him for making his minimum wage job so hard! I mean he obviously doesn't have legs or arms to walk to the door and see the people waiting for him. Wait, that doesn't work because then why the f*** is he a delivery person!!!!!!
-he hangs up after calling me a dumb bitch and other colourful words he probably learned after dropping out of the sixth grade!
-we leave a complaint with pizza pizza telling them to shove the pizza up where the sun don't shine :D
-we order from milano's. 20 minutes later it's there and we are eating it.
from 4:40 p.m.-6:10 p.m.
*poof*
Fatima
1 comments:
Don't forget, you made fun of him for making minimum wage.
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