The Wrong Pizza Place
It’s winter — it was when I started writing this. And for some reason I can’t forget something that happened to me several years ago during a harsh winter in Cincinnati.
While I was getting ready to leave work to go home, my wife called saying she hadn’t cooked anything for dinner and asked me if I could buy and bring pizza for dinner. I quickly called to order pizza so that it would be ready for me to pick up on my way home.
I entered the closest pizza place to our home, Marco’s Pizza, and told the lady at the counter that I was there to pick up the order under my name. She looked for it and said something like, “We don’t have an order under that name. What is your phone number?”. I gave my number, she looked for an order under that number, didn’t find anything, and then asked, “Are you sure you called this location?”. This is the only location of Marco’s Pizza that I had ever ordered so that wasn’t a possibility… I was thinking to myself: “How inept can these people be? They can’t even record a simple pizza order!”. She then asked something like, “Could it be that you ordered it somewhere else?”
Then it hit me. I actually ordered it from Pizza Hut, about a mile or so from Marco’s. You see, I usually ordered at Marco’s because it’s the closest one, but I do prefer Pizza Hut’s pizza, so I sometimes ordered from there too.
I should have apologized to that lady, even though I didn’t expressed my thoughts out loud. But after realizing what I had done, I quickly said, “You know what? I think I did”, and stormed to the door, probably with a red face.
Judge not, that ye be not judged (Matt 7:1)
I now smile and appreciate the work that (usually) young people do at pizza places. And I don’t think I have claimed an order at the wrong restaurant again. Go and do thou likewise ;-).
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