I ordered this pizza an hour and a half ago. They said it would be here in 45 minutes. What happened? They send out a fucking incompetent delivery guy who got to the gate(I live in a gated complex, and you have to dial from THAT phone at the gate so that I can let people in)
Well, fucking smart as hell delivery guy called me from his CELL phone. I told him to call from the gate…“ok” calls abck 5 minutes later, from the cell phone again(caller ID tells me this), “Please open the gate” I explain nicely that he has got to call from the phone at the gate, “Ok, then you’ll open the gate” “Yes” “ok”.
Five fucking minutes later- you got it, cell phone call again-now I had a friend show up 10 minutes before the pizza guy did, so I know it is working properly.
I explain again, then call the fucking pizza place and tell them that he cannot get in if he doesn’t call from the gate phone… “ok, ok. We will call and explain that he has to do that. He’ll call you again in a minute”
What happens 15 damn minutes later? He shows up at my door. I have no freakin’ idea how he got in, cause he sure didn’t call again. Ok- I know they deliver to this complex all the time. I’ve seen the cars inside before. Why the fuck doesn’t someone tell him before hand what he has to do so that I can fucking let him in. Get a fucking clue people. It’s not that difficult. All the complexes around here are gated.
I once had a similar experience. I waited for 45 minutes, decided I was 10 minutes away from death by starvation, & headed to KFC. The pizza guy showed up 15 minutes after I got back from KFC. Like, I waited 45 minutes, then had time to GO SOMEPLACE ELSE & EAT A MEAL, & he showed up 15 minutes after that.
My boyfriend ordered out for food once and the guy came and didn’t have change for a $20 (the dinner was like $10 or something and the bf’s not that much of a tipper). So he said to the guy, “Okay, you go get change, and come back and I’ll pay you.” Then he took the food, shut the door, and started eating. About 15 minutes went by and we heard a knock at the door - wondered, “How’d he get into the apartment building again?” Turns out he had been standing there in the hallway, for some reason thinking WE had gone for change.
I understand he probably didn’t understand English too well, but it does not take a brain surgeon to realize that you might possibly need change for a food delivery? I mean, it would only have been like $8 or something that he would have needed. That seems like a reasonable amount to carry around to make change with, isn’t it?
I’ve got a system for Saturday evening dinner: I call Pizza Hut, order a medium pepperoni pan pizza for CARRY-OUT, go pick up a 12 pack of beer, stop at Pizza Hut on the way home, pick up my pie, and go home happy. The last two times I called, the girl on the phone told me it would be a 45 minute wait AFTER I told her it was a carry out order. SO I repeated that I would be picking it up. “Oh!” she said, sounding surprised. “Then it’ll be twenty minutes.”
So last Saturday I went through the same rigmarole, taking for granted that the girl on the phone was more concerned with her speil than with actually listening to me. When I arrived at Pizza Hut I was informed that my order had been delivered IN SPITE of my having told this same person TWICE that it was a carry-out order. Luckily, I managed to get home before the driver left (I met him as he was leaving my apartment building, obviously disgusted). I paid for my pizza and told him the counter girl had fucked up. Now I intend to order from another Pizza Hut, one I used to frequent in my previous residence. It’s a little farther, but they always gave me what I ordered
Giving up Pizza Hut is not an option. I’m utterly addicted.
