Tonight’s shift was mostly quiet, except for … okay, two things.
One was a woman who got 2 pizzas yesterday, and called tonight - a solid 25 hours later - to complain that one of the pizzas had the wrong toppings.
We certainly can refund, or make a new one, but policy is you bring back the wrong one, so we can see what went haywire.
She said “It didn’t taste right with that chicken on it!” and we were basically, like, “Um, so you ate it?”
“YEAH! And I want my money back!”
Bitch, how you gonna return food you ate yesterday?
The capper was, right after we closed I made myself a quick little roll snack. Couple minutes later, I feel a little tickle under my shirt. Figured a crumb fell under my collar or something.
Reached in & down and pulled out A LIVE BEETLE one of those little June bug things. Yelped so loud they probably heard it three blocks over.
{ sobs }
Y’all, there was a damn bug in my boobies.
One of the nice parts of having an absolutely crap memory is things like tonight when I got home.
Totally forgot that I set up a little pot roast in my mini slow cooker right before I left: beef chuck, plus carrots and onions, red wine, and Worshershersher sauce.
Was slightly nonplussed to walk into an empty house that smelled of lovely warm food cooking … and then was just delighted.
Just gotta boil up some egg noodles, and I am gonna dig in!
ETA: screw cooking noodles. I have fresh bread. Good 'nuff.