It was about 10 p.m. last night when I had a common human feeling: I was hungry. And lazy. So naturally I just wanted to order in.
I was over at a friend’s place and found the number to the neighborhood Dominos.
After waiting on hold for about five minutes, a human finally answered.
“Thanks for calling Dominos.” the lady’s voice said.
“Hi, I’d like delivery.”
“Phone number?” the lady asked.
“256-555-5555.” I responded.
The lady gave a slight sigh on her end and asked, “Do you have a different phone number?”
Confused by the question, I replied, “No.”
“I’m sorry sir. We don’t have a record of you as a customer.”
“Okay?” I wasn’t too worried at this point because they could just take down my information over the phone.
“Sir, we don’t deliver to customers after 8 p.m. unless they have done business with us in the past.”
The lady continued, “You can pick up your order if you wish sir.”
“No thanks.” I said hanging up the phone. My laziness was much to high to actually go out and pick up my pizza.
After hanging up with Dominos, I called a place called Donatos.
After absolutely no waiting time, someone answered, “Thank you for calling Donatos. Will this be for take out or delivery?”
“Delivery. By the way, do you have a stupid policy of not delivering to un-registered customers after 8 p.m.?”
The guy laughed, “No sir.”