We’re all Just Plain Tired™ here, so tonight is pizza night. I called the local joint that has the best ‘za (I call it that because I’m cool) and asked for a delivery.
The guy on the phone had apparently been burning the midnight oil, or something else flammable, and smoky, and fragrant, and reminiscent of my college years, because it was quite the tricky conversation.
I first ordered a small pizza, half cheese, half salami (for the kids). Then I asked for a hot ham sub with everything (Mr. Plain) and a hot vegetarian sub with extra cheese (Me).
He then asked me if I wanted extra sausage on my veggie sub. Hmmm, that’s a stumper. I probably would have ordered, say, the SAUSAGE SUB if that’s what I had wanted. But maybe there’s something magical about a veggie sub with sausage? Well, the world will never know, because after a few exchanges I straightened it out.
I asked for a couple of salads and was done. Then he read the order back to me. Two sandwiches and “would you like drinks with that?” I mentioned that I also ordered a pizza and he again said “would you like drinks with that?” Um.
Then I asked for the total for the order and he covered the mouthpiece. Then he started talking into the phone again but he was just repeating random prices. OK, I can sit and wait, no problem.
Then he says
The total is almost thirty dollars.
Um, OK, then I’ll almost pay it? So I say “OK, almost thirty dollars, but how much?” And he says
I don’t know, we’re still figuring it out.
At least 2 guys were totalling our order. Awesome! I like guaranteed full-employment! Maybe one guy was pushing the buttons on the calculator, the other guy was working the phone. But who was doing the drink orders? Who was dealing with the walkup customers?
Oh the humanity!
I’m extremely curious to know what food we’ll be eating tonight. And I just realized that he didn’t mention the salads…
(Hey, what do you think of my new page background? Too bright? Too busy? Is it making your eyes bleed, or is it awesome? I’m from California, we talk like that.)