Mystic Pizza

Daisy : I fucked up.
C.G. Windsor Jr. : Yeah... but you gave it a 100% effort!

I know, I know. I promised the greatness of our RHPS adventures. I was actually writing my first exploration of adventures when I got really hungry at about 2:30 this afternoon, and decided to order some pizza to be delivered shortly after I got home this afternoon. The only pizza place that delivers to my apartment in Papillion, is Godfather's Pizza. So, I head on over to Godfathers.com because 15 year old phone operators are retarded and fail miserably at taking orders and getting things right.

I make a VERY simple order.
1 large 3-topping pizza. (Italian sausage, Jalapeño and Pineapple with stuffed crust party sliced because square slices taste better.)
1 order of chicken wings.
1 order of potato wedges.

Total comes up to $27.25, I confirm the order, and the payment goes through and I relax at home waiting for my pizza, which should show up by about 4 pm.

At 3:15 I get a call from the store, I recognize the phone number (don't judge me) and the manager tells me that the order payment didn't go through and she needs my card number again. So I give it to her, and she confirms that the payment went through. She says it will be there in 45 minutes max, and I sit to wait.

At about 4:15 I get a courtesy call from my bank telling me that I have had three very similar charges recently, two for $27.25 and one for $27.50 and that the most recent has overdrawn my account. So, I log in to my online account management and check my transactions. Now, I've got plenty of cash in my pocket right now, I just haven't had time to swing by the bank and won't for at least 24 hours, at which point fixing the overdraft is impossible. Two of the charges are legit, one for filling up the car's tank when I went to visit friends on Sunday, and the other from the pizza order, yet the third is ANOTHER charge from Godfathers.

Now, I'm going to be very clear. I am very understanding. I am very forgiving. I have a very short temper. I can go from zero to bitch in a speed that will make Kenyan runners collapse in shock and awe. At this point, the pizza is late. I am on hold. My card has been charged twice. I have an overdraft fee pending. To round it all out, I'm hungry.

Taylor, the 12-year-old manager with a lisp and a penchant for saying sorry makes a vain attempt to explain what happened and why I was charged twice and how he's going to work to get me my money back and then says it will be a few days for them to refund my money. HA! So, while on the phone with him, the delivery drive shows up at about 4:30, 30 minutes after the original delivery time, I tip the driver because the guy deserves it for the pissy manager he's about to go meet back at the store.

I sit down to eat some pizza, and the fucking this is incorrectly sliced. Seriously? Really? Are you mother-fucking fucking goddamn fucking fucking kidding me?! Bitch-mode.

At the risk of sounding like a cunt, today, I ended up paying $87.50 for an incorrect pizza and two sides. I am livid.