last night the parentals, k.spils, and i ordered pizza from the hut. here's the acutally convo that went down.
(after just ordering the two pizzas)
ph guy: so, will that be everything for you?
me: actually, if i could get an order of cheezy garlic bread to.
ph guy: k... what size? large or small?
me: do you know what the size difference is? how many pieces are there?
ph guy: uhhhhh, i gotta check. hold on.
-bad on hold music-
ph guy: k, so, the large is quite a bit larger.
me: super.... ummm, i work better with numbers than abstract descriptions, so do you know how many pieces are in each?
-on hold music-
ph guy: uhh, yeah. the large has 4 pieces.
(what is 4 quite a bit larger than? 1?)
me: ok, then i will take 1 order of the large cheezy bread.
ph guy: okay, that will be $$$ and it'll be there in an hour.
pizza gets delivered, sans cheezy bread. i've never call to bitch about a misorder before, but i was choked that they were employing a fourth grader to answer their phones. after a quick chat with a very apologetic manager, my food was back on it's way.
an hour later the hut delivery man arrived baring the fruits of my labour.
not only was i comped the cheezy bread, but they threw in a free order of garlic bread.
thank you p.hut manager at royal oak. you have successfully kissed enough ass to keep me coming back!
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