We decided to order a pizza for delivery tonight, so we called the local GOOD pizza joint - none of the Domino’s cardboard variety for us tonight - and I placed our order and asked that it be charged to our credit card. The place was apparently packed - I could barely hear the girl who answered the phone over the crowd. She asked me for the card number, and then started to yell:
So your card number is 2468-17…
I yelled at her to stop, she did, and I politely asked her to please not read card numbers in a loud voice in the middle of a restaurant.
Sir, I have to verify your card number. It’s 2468-17…
Once again, a shouted command to stop. I said “You have my phone number - if that card number does not go through, please call me back.”
What the hell goes through people’s minds at times like these? Let’s just shout all the credit card numbers so anyone listening can hear them!
Idiots, I tell ya. But damn, the pizza is good.