Pizza Chalet
So tonight Dash and I ordered pizza from our favorite chain. As always we got a pizza and breadsticks with cheese because that’s my favorite thing from back in the day and Dash isn’t a fan of most meat so he eats them as well.
When the pizza got here, we discovered that the breadsticks with cheese were actually just breadsticks. Plain, sort of soggy-looking breadsticks. I immediately called them back (because I’m annoying like that) and asked if I could have the cheesy breadsticks and the woman on the phone quickly replied, “Sure, but when the delivery driver drops off the new order, he’ll have to take the regular breadsticks back.”
Really? He’s got to take them back? What, is this some elaborate ploy to make sure I’m not stealing breadsticks? If so I suppose I can understand, but it still felt really weird when the guy came to the door with the new order.
“Hello ma’am.”
“Hi.” I reached for the cheesy sticks. CHEESY STICKS.
“I’m going to have to get those regular breadsticks first.” Dead serious.
“Oh, ok.” I went and retreived the regular, crappy breadsticks and handed them to him, and he slowly passed me the cheesy kind.
“Thank you ma’am. Have a nice evening.”
“Same to you.”
So strange.
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