Aw heeell no California Pizza Kitchen. you KNOW u aint chargin me no 2 extra gah dayum dollas for a split topping awn wunnna mah pizzas. mm NNN nah. they din say nuthin bout nun a that shit when i awrdered on tha phone – that mean it dont exist. take it tha fack awf mayh bill.
An dont ack like u doin me no favors by takin it off my total AFTER adding it on in tha firs place only AFTER you opened the box ta check it was the right order and then realizin.
shit nigga wutchyu esspect? u damn RIGHT i pulled that “lemme talk to yo manager” crap awn yo ass.
now gimmie sum extra bread in that bag and back tha fuck up.
sheeit…
REALITY: I showed about 2% more visible disapproval than a Woody Allen character (see: code for middle aged passive/aggressive east coast Jew) and had the extra $2 taken off almost as soon as it was added and pressured the poor dude who was visibly flustered at the situation into giving me more bread. Everyone did what they were supposed to here: the worker realized I wasnt charged the ridiculous rape-fee for a split topping pizza and added it though recognizing that it was unfair and just needed my extra push to justify removing the “what, you’re too damn good for Pizza Hut now?” tax.
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