When you try to order pizza from Pizza Hut now, no matter which Pizza Hut you call, you are routed through a call center.
Seriously. Pizza tech support. It’s like the bank; you never talk to the people who will actually make or deliver your pizza.
“Thank you for calling Pizza Hut, your call may be monitored for quality assurance purposes, my name is Melinda, except it almost certainly isn’t, may I have your telephone number with area code, please? Could you please spell your full name? Could you please read me the numbers on your bar code tattoo? Oops, sorry; not supposed to ask for that last one for another couple of months.”
Surprisingly off-putting. When the doorbell rings, I fully expect to find a robot with a touch screen on the other side.
April 11th, 2007 at 7:00 pm
SO…. hate that. Same then even down here in the land of Springburg.
April 19th, 2007 at 10:48 am
This made me daydream about Number 5 (from Short Circuit) answering the door in a Pizza Hut uniform, hat slightly askew, dry pizza dough covering his shirt. If you look behind him you can see his 1997 Nissan Sentra still idling, leaking pot smoke.