This is a spin off of the other pizza tipping thread. Yet Another Pizza Delivery Thread....
About two weeks ago my sweet ol' mother ordered a pizza. 20 mins later my mother comes up stairs, wide-eyes, shocked to hell, and is holding the phone out to me. I was worried, obviously, and I was like "What's the problem, who is that?" My mother is very sweet and gets along with everyone and is like "This rude pizza guy on the phone is yelling things at me and I refuse to talk to him" ....
So obviously I pick up the phone and I'm like "This is *** ***. How can I help you?" The guy sounds like 35 and he is very short and rude sounding on the phone... "Where are you?" .. "Well, if this is the pizza delivery guy, you should have our address." .... "Listen smart guy, the lady on the phone couldn't help me before, maybe you know where you live.... where on the street are you, I can't find your street number" ........ obviously I'm about to tip this guys freakin teeth out over the phone ...."First off, don't expect a tip when you get here. Secondly, learn how to speak to a lady and especially learn to speak to my mother. Yes, we still want our food so don't even think about not showing up." .... the guy says "Ahhhh, whatever, I'll find ya."
Now, this would seem like typical behavior to me if I lived in NYC or something, but we live in suburbs of Cincinnati and noone talks like this. My mother was white in the face and I was really hoping the guy would show up and be equally pissy with me in real life because he would have received a a-ripping. He shows up with a scowl on his face, dropped off the pizza and looked at me like I was going to give him something.
Needless to say, I took the pizza and told him I'll be requesting him for all of the free pizzas I'm going to be getting from Papa Johns.... and don't expect a tip on any of the deliveries. He stormed off, and sure enough I got my free pizzas. I didn't request him for delivery however, because I do understand he needs to make a living and I wouldn't want him to spit on my pizzas or anything.
About two weeks ago my sweet ol' mother ordered a pizza. 20 mins later my mother comes up stairs, wide-eyes, shocked to hell, and is holding the phone out to me. I was worried, obviously, and I was like "What's the problem, who is that?" My mother is very sweet and gets along with everyone and is like "This rude pizza guy on the phone is yelling things at me and I refuse to talk to him" ....
So obviously I pick up the phone and I'm like "This is *** ***. How can I help you?" The guy sounds like 35 and he is very short and rude sounding on the phone... "Where are you?" .. "Well, if this is the pizza delivery guy, you should have our address." .... "Listen smart guy, the lady on the phone couldn't help me before, maybe you know where you live.... where on the street are you, I can't find your street number" ........ obviously I'm about to tip this guys freakin teeth out over the phone ...."First off, don't expect a tip when you get here. Secondly, learn how to speak to a lady and especially learn to speak to my mother. Yes, we still want our food so don't even think about not showing up." .... the guy says "Ahhhh, whatever, I'll find ya."
Now, this would seem like typical behavior to me if I lived in NYC or something, but we live in suburbs of Cincinnati and noone talks like this. My mother was white in the face and I was really hoping the guy would show up and be equally pissy with me in real life because he would have received a a-ripping. He shows up with a scowl on his face, dropped off the pizza and looked at me like I was going to give him something.
Needless to say, I took the pizza and told him I'll be requesting him for all of the free pizzas I'm going to be getting from Papa Johns.... and don't expect a tip on any of the deliveries. He stormed off, and sure enough I got my free pizzas. I didn't request him for delivery however, because I do understand he needs to make a living and I wouldn't want him to spit on my pizzas or anything.
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