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I am displeased.
Dec. 10th, 2005 01:07 pm2 hours ago I ordered my pizza. I got my email saying 45 minutes.
Where the fuck is my pizza? No idea. Mumsy called for me [phones and I are bad, plus when I'm really pissed, my voice is gone] and didn't ask what the fuck happened. No, instead we get "twenty percent off and it'll be sent out on the next run! That'll be twenty minutes! Click."
...Dude. I get that the holiday season would be busy and a pain to drive in. I do. But you could at least say, "Oh shit! We forgot to make it!" Or "delivery dude, totally lost" despite the fact that you've ordered enough that by now anyone should be able to explain that the house really does exist.
Fuck you, Papa Johns. Why do I put up with this?
Oh, yeah. Everyone else's pizza sucks or won't deliver.
Where the fuck is my pizza? No idea. Mumsy called for me [phones and I are bad, plus when I'm really pissed, my voice is gone] and didn't ask what the fuck happened. No, instead we get "twenty percent off and it'll be sent out on the next run! That'll be twenty minutes! Click."
...Dude. I get that the holiday season would be busy and a pain to drive in. I do. But you could at least say, "Oh shit! We forgot to make it!" Or "delivery dude, totally lost" despite the fact that you've ordered enough that by now anyone should be able to explain that the house really does exist.
Fuck you, Papa Johns. Why do I put up with this?
Oh, yeah. Everyone else's pizza sucks or won't deliver.
