A few weird things...

Got home from work and Trevor wanted to clean. No, that's not THE weird thing, although it can be counted as irregular. So yeah, we cleaned, and made our apartment nice to be in. We had a hard time finding the source of a very disturbing smell near the garbage can/pantry area, but it seems to be gone today. So 8:15 rolls around and we still haven't eaten dinner. I take a look around the work we've done in the kitchen so far, and open up all my cupboards and freezer, only to decide I don't want to mess up the cleanness so far and I don't want to cook. Hooray for 5 Buck Pizza! Call 'em up, order 2 pizzas, they deliver, right? OKAY! ...waiting for the pizza to arrive is excruciating. But thank goodness for pizza delivery on late, tired nights, right? I don't even mind that 5 Buck Pizza no longer sells 5 dollar pizzas.

...An hour later...I call up 5 Buck and ask what the situation is. Is the driver having a hard time finding the place? All I get in response is an annoyed lady on the phone saying "it's on it's way." Uh, okay? So, you know, 15 minutes later I call back, obviously a little more frustrated and tell them I'm feeling like I don't want to pay for these pizzas. "Well the driver's on his way; I GUESS we can credit you something after he delivers it." ...sigh... How about I just don't give him anything when he gets here? "You want your pizza for FREE?" Well, SOMETHING! Geeze. I'm not giving him my money.

Blah blah blah, she gets her manager to call me and he, very annoyed, says he can be here in 15 more minutes with the pizza, and that he can give me one for free. One? So, he wants me to pay for pizza that has been in some dude's car for an hour and half? I don't think so. I'll take them for free, thanks.

So more arguing, where I seriously can't believe he's yelling at me, and I seriously doubt he's the manager of the store, and I tell him I'll pay for one of the pizzas if they take the 3 dollar delivery charge off. But no. They won't admit that it's their fault and that THEY are the ones who should suffer when they're short on drivers. The least they can tell me is that I should expect it to take a long time.

I am so not arguing with him any more, so after him saying that I would have to pay for everything I hung up. FINE! We'll make pancakes at 10 o'clock!

15 minutes later, he shows up at our door and says, "That'll be $11.15." He's got some nerve. I blankly say, "I'm not paying for that," and he says, "Okay!" and smiles like a big idiot and bounces away.

Yeah, thanks for stealing an hour and a half of my life 5 Buck Pizza, and for ruining my night. And thanks for teaching your store managers about customer service.

Good grief!

I know there were a few other weird things, but I can't remember now that my pizza story's out there.