I ordered 56 minutes ago and the order lady specifically said it would be delivered in 45-55 minutes! What the fuck?
And there’s no point in calling the fucking pizza place back. Every time you do that, they always say the same thing. “Yeah, the driver left the store with it five minutes ago.” Liars! Goddamn fucking liars!
Hang on, someone’s at the door…
Uh…
Never mind.
I bet they fucked it up, too. Did they? I can’t have tomato sauce on pizza, so when pizza was ordered, the orderer asked them not to put sauce on it. Simple request, right? Cheese pizza, no sauce, no spices. I got the pizza, and wondered why they charged me for a speciality pizza, since it should cost less to make one with no sauce, not more so I wasn’t expecting a surcharge. I found out when I bit into the first piece of professionally made pizza I’d had in three years- they’d taken it upon themselves to add a sauce, this one with chunks of garlic the half the size of my fingernails. Who the fuck wants chunks of garlic on a pizza?? I sure didn’t! The fuckers didn’t even ask her if it was ok when she ordered it…grrrrr, an eight-dollar pizza (small, mind you) that’s inediable since the garlic welded itself unnaturally to the cheese and crust.
Yeah, life really sucks, and then you die.
BTW, pizza delivery guy/girl is one of those jobs with a HUGE profit incentive to get things done quickly. The faster the deliveries, the more can be delivered per night, and the more possible tips can be had. So be sure that the delivery people are doing all they can.
So, Otto…didja invite him in and tell him he could make the time up in trade? 
Although I’ve seen pizza delivery “boys” that I would never even joke about this with for fear they’d take me up on the offer.
I ordered a pizza once and it never arrived.
I imagined the poor pizza dude lying dead in a ditch somewhere or abducted by aliens and vanishing off the face of the earth forever. And all because I wanted a pizza.
Or maybe he just got lost.
But what really sucked was that it was a couple hours before I decided the guy wasn’t coming and I had nothing left in the house to eat except some peanut butter and stale bread.
:mad:
My son and I were staying in a motel outside a theme park and ordered a pizza.
Took two hours and about sixteen million phone calls to arrive. By the time the poor delivery guy arrived, he was quaking for fear I’d blow him away or something.
Turned out they’d sent him to the wrong motel. So I thanked him for finally finding me and gave him an extra big tip.
I just wish I could have figured out a way to let the nimrods back at the store know who little I appreciated their services…
Oh lord no! But the guy who brought me some Chinese food last week…rowr!
I ADORE chunks of garlic on pizza. Just don’t get near me afterward.
Me, I’m one of those strange ones who actually likes anchovies on their pizza. Not all the time, mind you, but I get the craving every so often. My favorite pizza is a “supreme”, or whatever any place calls a pizza with everything on it. Olives, sausage, pepperoni, onions, green peppers, etc.