So I’m still alive. I’ve just been extremely busy lately. But don’t worry. I’ll do my best to post some pictures soon. Hopefully today if I have a chance. It’s hard to look/post girlie pictures at work though 🙂
Anyways. I have a nice rant to make. Every year, my friend hosts a party at his house, so all of us can watch the Super Bowl together. Each year though, we seem to have more people over joining us in the festivities. This year, I think he counted 60 people at his home. Insanity I tell you.
Every year, we buy these huge pizzas, I think the pizzas are 48″ in diameter. The first year we held the party, about 15 years ago, we had one pizza for all the boys. Last year, we had three. These pizzas aren’t the greatest thing in the world. It’s more of a novelty item I guess… That or we just wanted to keep tradition of ordering a huge pizza every year, and we were too lazy to find a newer, better place. This year, we got tired of ordering the large pizza.
My friends and I sat down on Wednesday, and we decided to just order 15 pizzas from Pizza Hut, since it was down the street from my friend’s house. Well Sunday rolls around, and my friend calls me up, telling me there’s been a change in plans. People apparently LOVE Costco’s pizza (which I think is mediocre at best… bleh :P), and he wants me to pick up ten of them. TEN CRAZY COSTCO PIZZAS!
Hey… it’s not my party. I just bring the food. So I called up Costco to place the order. They just opened a new Costco about ten minutes from my home, so I figured I would go there. When they got my order, they said it would be ready in 45 minutes. I told them I would pick it up in 2 hours. They said, “That’s perfect!”
Now… being the yellow person I am, I gave them extra time to finish the pizza. I came there ten minutes after the time I said I would be there. When I got there, I stayed in line, and waited my turn. When it was my turn to pay, I gave them my name and my order. The lady runs around the entire food court looking for my pizzas. She couldn’t find them! Then she returns and says, “OH! We found them!” That didn’t make me sound too good inside. Something about lost pizzas doesn’t fair too well to me.
So I take out my plastic to pay. “Oh, I’m sorry. We don’t take card.”
Me: Oh. This is debit. I thought you took debit.
Her: Nope. Cash Only.
Who the heck carries cash to shop at Costco? Man. Insanity I tell you. So I had to trek outside to go to an ATM. I despise using those ATMs outside stores, because I’ve watched one too many episodes of Nightline. So anyways, desperate times called for desperate measures. I got cash from the devil’s child, and I came back to pay for the pizzas.
She took my money, gave me a receipt, and told me to get in a different line. By now, it’s been almost 45 minutes since I’ve been at Costco, and I’m starting to get frustrated. Oh wells, what can you do…
I get into the other line, and there are about four families in front of me. The lady handing out the food kept telling the customers in line, “I’m sorry. We don’t have your pizza yet. We JUST got an order for ten pizzas, and that was holding up our oven.”
Now that just ticked me off. I gave them two hours to make the pizzas. I stood in line while they LOST my pizzas. And now I’m in line again for them to give me my pizzas, and all this is MY FAULT somehow? BLARGH!
Well the other customers were frustrated too… so the lady behind the counter started giving away MY pizzas to these other people. When it was my turn to pick up my pizza, she looks at me with the most evil glare ever… “You’re the one with ten pizzas right?”
Her: “Wait five more minutes.”
So five minutes pass by, and I get my pizzas. Now everyone behind me was giving me the evil glare too. So I just shouted out really loudly, “I’m a PIG! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?” And I just stormed out of there.
The pizza wasn’t even worth the wait. Blah!