The Daddy's
Last night I ordered a pizza from Big Daddy's Pizza. Just so you'll get the feel for this place, you need to listen to the introduction every time you call. To listen to the recording, click on the person below:
The first thing you have to think of is, "What the hell is that music in the background?" I admit, I added the music. However, that's besides the point. The real question you should be asking yourself is who the man on the phone is. Is it Big Daddy? If so, could you ever imagine having a friend with that voice? Nope.
"HEY, EVERYONNNNEEE, SORRY I WAS LATE...HOLD ON...I'LL BERRIGHT WITH YOU!"
Now that you have an idea of how crazy this place is, I have to admit that they have awesome pizza for very cheap, which is the reason I order from them. So, last night, I was hungry and decided that "Big Daddy's Pizza" (a phrase that would have made me giggle in sixth grade) would be the place I'd order a large pizza and 2 liter of Pepsi (Coke sucks).
The man on the phone (this wasn't Big Daddy) told me that it'd take about 1.5 - 2 hours for the pizza to be delivered. The sound in his trembling voice hinted to me that I might want to come in and pick up my pizza. If I wanted to go out, I would have walked to Wendy's. There would be no going out for me tonight, I thought. So, I gave him my phone number and asked for the delivery option, forgetting to mention that I could only pay with credit.
The driver showed up about 1.25 hours after the order was placed, so I was happy that he was early. I felt good, but realized that I didn't have cash to pay him with. It wasn't entirely my fault, however. The man on the phone (not Big Daddy) usually asks me what payment type I want. When I asked the driver to walk with me to the ATM, he freaked out. Not sure if he thought it was some kind of scam, or whether I was a gay trying to gay him up. Even a gay wouldn't have sexed this man:
I mean, is that a woman, a man, or, I mean, what the heck is that? No one would have sexed that, let alone a gay man. I have to admit, though, that the driver looked nothing like that.
So, the driver suggested that I call Big Daddy's back and tell them the situation, and tell them that this is ticket number 91. I did. The conversation when exactly like this:
- "Hello, I need to change payment type on ticket number 91."
- "WHAT? HA HA HA!"
- "...I need to change payment type on ticket 91 from cash to debit."
- "HA HA! Is this a prank call?"
- "No, I'm serious. I ordered a pizza, and I don't have cash, so I need to pay with debit."
- "Oh."
WAIT! He forgot my Pepsi!
I ran out the door after him and caught him just as he was walking down the stairs. Thank goodness. The last thing I wanted to do was drive after him. I told him that I also had a Pepsi, and he said, quote, "Oh, yeah, let me run down and get it -- I'll bring it right back to you." "Theenks," I said back to him. I went into my room and waited...
...and waited....
After about twenty minutes pass by, I realize that my Pepsi isn't coming. I figured that he had other dorm pizzas to deliver; however, his car had vanished from the location where it recently resided. I called Big Daddy's pizza three times in the next fifteen minutes -- the first to times I was subject to horrible waiting music and no answer. The third time I called, it was busy.
Of course, anyone who knows me knows that I'm not fun to deal with when I'm angry.
I drove to Big Daddy's.
Mad.
Angry.
Ready to kill.
I arrived and immediately noticed the driver cleaning in the back (he could have been cleaning, he could have been having self-sex, I'm not really sure).
I knocked on the locked door and the manager walks over, unlocks the door, and the following conversation takes place:
- "Hello, can I help you?"
- "Yes, do you know why I'm here?"
- "Uhh, no, what do you need?"
- "Well, you obviously don't have very good communication with your drivers."
- "Excuse me?"
- "I'm here to get my 2 liter of Pepsi that I ordered, but never received. The driver -- him (and I pointed to the ugly man in the back) forgot it and told me he was going to 'bring it right up.' By that I didn't think he meant 'bring it right up to UCF after I got back to Big Daddy's and have self-sex'."
- "Oh, sorry about that."
But, being the nice person that I am, I called Big Daddy's one more time today to discuss the situation.
It turned out okay because I now have two free pizzas on my account. But, after those two free pizzas are gone I will never order from Big Daddy's again, and I will not tip the drivers when they deliver the pizzas.
Also, I found out that Big Daddy's Pizza has their own web-site: bigdaddyspizza.com/ -- great site design, guys. Idiots.
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