I call in my order. The girl asks for my address. She then asked what subdivision I lived in. I told her. She then informs me that particular shop did not deliver to my area, but gave me the phone number of the one that did.
So I call. I ask the new girl at the new location if they charge for delivery. “Yes, we do.”
“Okay. I’ll pick it up.” I said.
I proceed to ask the exact location of their store. She gives me location, to which I reply, “Oh, so you’re north of the interstate?” To which she replies, “Oh…well…I couldn’t tell you that.” (This is the future of America, people. Be very afraid.)
Whatever. I know where it is. I drive to the location, which was twice as far as the first one I called, but I digress…
“May I help you?” says the man behind the counter.
“Order for Kathy please.”
Thus begins the search for my order.
“We don’t have an order for Kathy. Are you sure you’re at the right location?”
“Is your phone number 555-1234?”
“Then, yes. I’m at the right location.”
“What number did you call from?”
I proceed to give him my phone number. They check their phone and insists I did not call them. All the while the girl who took my order is avoiding eye contact with me. (I may not be good with names, but I have very good voice recognition.)
The manager says, “Well, you didn’t call here, but I can place your order now.”
“How long will THAT take?” I ask.
“About 20 minutes.”
“Okay.” I repeat my order, then call my husband to tell him I’ll be late.
“No,” he says. “Cancel the order. I’ll call the other location and by the time you get there it will be ready.”
I drive to the first location, which happens to be next door to a very popular Mexican restaurant in a strip center with woefully inadequate parking. I drive around the parking lot four times. Nothing. On my fifth pass, I am blocked by an SUV whose driver is waiting for someone to vacate a parking space…or so he thought. The drive is wide enough for a car to get around easily. That is, if the guy wasn’t idling right in the center of the drive. It mattered not that there was a line forming behind him. The parking spot was too good to pass up. I finally got around him with about 2 inches to spare. I ended up parking on the other side of the parking lot. (Did I mention it was cold outside and I was wearing flip flops?)
An hour and change after I left my house, I am finally holding two pizzas in my hands.
On the way out of the strip center, I notice the Ooo La La Bakery has put in a drive thru. Which makes sense, because sometimes you need a $10 cupcake on the go…
“I love humanity. It’s people I can’t stand.” – Charles Schulz
On a brighter note, they really have improved the crust…