Saturday, March 06, 2010

Ridiculous Things

Every once in a while, I come across a situation where, when you stop and think about it, you realize just how ridiculous it is.

Case in point:
I called to order a pizza to pick up tonight. Mr. Goofy is out of town and pizza presented itself to be the dinner of choice for discriminating appetites.

When I called, the friendly pizza lady asked me what kind of pizza I wanted (of course) and asked my name. So far, so good. Then they asked for my phone number. I willingly gave it, but after hanging up, could not help but wonder WHY. WHY do you need my phone number? Are you going to call back and confirm my order? (I've never had anyplace every do this...EVER.) Is it in case I'm just playing a trick and don't really plan on picking up the pizza? Or I would forgot my delicious hot-out-of-the-oven pizza pie? If so, are you REALLY going to call me back? What would you say?! Hey come pick up your pizza that we made two hours ago that you obviously forgot about...DUMBASS?


I've worked at a pizza place (two, in fact). I've NEVER called anyone back that didn't pick up their pizza. You actually HOPE that someone doesn't pick up a pizza. You just keep for a while, then one of the employees takes it home, reheats it and has a yummy midnight snack.

And really, in this day and age of Caller ID - do you REALLY even need to ask my phone number? Can't you see it on your phone display and jot it down? Wouldn't this be a better use of everyone's time?