March 29, 2005
I am that dumb customer
Yesterday my head was feeling a bit foggy, which often happens when I haven't eaten in a while. So, I called a pizza place and had this conversation:
Pizza guy: Thank you for calling Papa Gino's. Take out or delivery?
Me: Uh... how's pick up?
Pizza guy: Ok. (pause) What would you like?
Oh, right: Take out means pick up. I'd like a quicker brain, please. I'll take it to go.
Posted by Jason Feifer at March 29, 2005 12:10 AM
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KEEPING IN MIND THAT MY FATHER SPEAKS VERY LITTLE ENGLISH, THE FOLLOWING IS A RE-ENACTMENT OF A VERY MEMORABLE DINNING EXPERIENCE THAT TOOK PLACE DURING OUR FIRST WEEK IN PENNSYLVANIA:
CASHIER: WELCOME TO TACO BELL, WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY NEW GRILLED STUFF BURRITO?
DAD: NO SEņORA, I WAN A TACO BELL.
CASHIER: (AKWARD SILENCE) SIR? CAN I HAVE UR ORDER?
DAD: SI I WAN TACO BELL, PLEESE.
(AT THIS POINT IM READY TO INTERVENE ON MY FATHER'S BEHALF BUT...THE INEVITABLE HAPPENS...)
CASHIER: ALRIGHT, WOULD YOU LIKE THAT WITH OR WITHOUT EMPLOYEES SIR?
LEAVING NOTHING BUT THE CASHIER CRACKING UP, THE WHOLE LINE BEHIND US CRACKING UP, MY FACE RED WITH EMBARASSMENT YET CRACKING UP NONETHELESS, AND MY FATHER WAITING FOR HIS TACO BELL.
Posted by YARITZA at March 31, 2005 11:16 AM
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