Pizza was supposed to make my night easier

Posted by Alicia On Wednesday, October 19, 2011 0 comments

Trying to order a pizza last night I had a huge urge to Ghost Dad the twit on the other end of the phone by crawling throught the phone to punch her in the face.

Me: I'd like to order a pizza for pick up.
Her: What type wold you like?
Me: Can I get a medium pizza with -
Her (interrupting): What TYPE would you like?
Me: What do you mean by "type"?
Her: What TYPE do you want?
Me: Can I ask for specific toppings? I'd like mushroom -
Her (interrupting again): What type do you WANT?
Me: I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean by "type". Can you explain? Can I not order specific toppings? If not, I'll take a vegetarian.
Her: I mean, what TYPE do you WANT.
Me: Can you explain with more than just repeating the question?
Her: Supreme. Canadian. Pepperoni.
Me: So I can't pick toppings? I have to pick one of these specific pizzas?
Her: Yes.
Me: Alright, nevermind then.