NYC and their slick talking bullshit. FUcking give me a break, if you fuck up an order, dont call and ask me to give you good feed back. Dominos pizza right, the hole online ordering thing, well we placed a order and it got messed up. BY we I mean my group here, Chad, Hilary, Lace, and me, so that came out to like 50 bucks for the order. That is kinda a big order, so like wtf give us some extra care right.
Anyways the order was on time and all, at the door the guy said he ran out of dr pepper and gave sprite instead....err ok. So, we start going through the order and eating away. Then i notice that there is no marinara sauce but the one cup that came with my bread sticks. Well i aslo got a sandwich that i wanted to put the sauce on, so i asked for 4 cups. Yeah kinda a alot, but whatever fuck it I wanted to see if i would them. Anyways at this point i had started drinkin, yeahhhh i was drunk at this point. My mouth kinda went off, and i wrote this guy a comment just because. the comment was almost word for word with this "you didnt give me my fucking marina sauce. Why the fuck would you give me the option if your not gona give me the sauce?"
Anyways the guy called me from the dominos store like 3 times to get ahold of me to say sorry. Ok cool thanks dude. And then he started to go off and tell me to ask for a good feed back comment. like really dude? you didnt give me the right stuff on half of it. He told us he ran out of marinara sauce. Yeah because i belive that. Im in fucking NYC. dude aint runing outa nothing. So he shouldnt be anyways. Ok possible. But the fucking pissa part was that he didnt call up before to ask about the stuff we wanted. I woulda been cool with not geting the sauce if he called up before and told me. or the soda, and the dressing for Chad's salad was wrong. So, yeah dont fucking ask for good feed back if you fucked up an order.
Just say it was a drunk customer to your boss, if you get yelled at for it.
Tomorrow we head back the live free or die, and leave this city alone. The heart of civilization basicly here. Almost the worst trip ever. Damn my company is just mellow dramitic or idk what. Like shit we walked past so much shit. Didnt really do anything. Untill lace and I split up from Chad and Hilary. Damn we went in so many stores, got down to spring street. There we found so much stuff. Hiting up that street for sure next time. O, why we split up. Chad got pissed at lace for trying not to spend all her money. Like really? Chad makes double what we make. It is a lil diffrent for both lace and me.
fuck it hitin the streets
Anyways the order was on time and all, at the door the guy said he ran out of dr pepper and gave sprite instead....err ok. So, we start going through the order and eating away. Then i notice that there is no marinara sauce but the one cup that came with my bread sticks. Well i aslo got a sandwich that i wanted to put the sauce on, so i asked for 4 cups. Yeah kinda a alot, but whatever fuck it I wanted to see if i would them. Anyways at this point i had started drinkin, yeahhhh i was drunk at this point. My mouth kinda went off, and i wrote this guy a comment just because. the comment was almost word for word with this "you didnt give me my fucking marina sauce. Why the fuck would you give me the option if your not gona give me the sauce?"
Anyways the guy called me from the dominos store like 3 times to get ahold of me to say sorry. Ok cool thanks dude. And then he started to go off and tell me to ask for a good feed back comment. like really dude? you didnt give me the right stuff on half of it. He told us he ran out of marinara sauce. Yeah because i belive that. Im in fucking NYC. dude aint runing outa nothing. So he shouldnt be anyways. Ok possible. But the fucking pissa part was that he didnt call up before to ask about the stuff we wanted. I woulda been cool with not geting the sauce if he called up before and told me. or the soda, and the dressing for Chad's salad was wrong. So, yeah dont fucking ask for good feed back if you fucked up an order.
Just say it was a drunk customer to your boss, if you get yelled at for it.
Tomorrow we head back the live free or die, and leave this city alone. The heart of civilization basicly here. Almost the worst trip ever. Damn my company is just mellow dramitic or idk what. Like shit we walked past so much shit. Didnt really do anything. Untill lace and I split up from Chad and Hilary. Damn we went in so many stores, got down to spring street. There we found so much stuff. Hiting up that street for sure next time. O, why we split up. Chad got pissed at lace for trying not to spend all her money. Like really? Chad makes double what we make. It is a lil diffrent for both lace and me.
fuck it hitin the streets