So I never got my fucking pizza mentioned HERE. So I wrote them an semi-angry e-mail.
Deeply dissatisfied.
I ordered at 11h20 and had to cancel my order at 1h10 am. And not because they couldn’t reach me like the insulting e-mail I received states ( We have been trying to contact you via phone regarding your recent Online Order, however, we have been unable to reach you.), but because the driver couldn’t find my place of residence to begin with.
I placed my online order
Minutes later I get a call from the delivery guy because he doesn’t understand where I live.
I had to take out my laptop and use google maps to explain it to him (perhaps you guys should get your drivers TomToms for your drivers) how to get to my condo and I’m not even from Philly, hell I’ve not even from Penn.
Now if the delivery guy CALLED ME FOR DIRECTIONS it’s because it was possible for me to be reached despite what the e-mail says.
I had to call your support and the restaurant multiple times which both assured me the pizza was on the way.
I explained to the manager where I lived. It’s a huge freaking hulking condo that floats on a peer in the river, you can’t miss it you can see it more than a mile away. It’s the only one there is and he told me he knew which one it was and that I would have my pizza in no time. An hour later I had to cancel because I never got my freaking pizza. Now its 1h20 am, I’m starving and pissed off, thanks to your restaurant’s crappy service. Not bad for first impressions huh? It was my first order ever from Papa John’s.
How someone can’t get a fucking pizza in Philly is beyond me. How someone can’t find my fucking monster of a condo is beyond me. I just wanted a fucking pizza, how hard is that for fuck’s sake? Can’t get around Philly? I’ve been here 3 weeks and I know my way around already. Fucking Retard.
Papa Johns has just launched massively in the UK. The sods are everywhere and Dominoes are quivering.
I placed an order the other week and the sods rang me back twice, changing my drinks order twice – the bloke on the phone was irritated by my request he tell me what drinks he fucking had in stock, as if I should know. I did the guessing game sodding once, look how that turned out.
When I got my drinks, they were cans and not bottles – not enough to go around. As for the pizza, the base was dry as hell, the topping seemed an afterthought. It was like a toasted naan covered in bloodied flem, and ungenerous serving of bloodied flem.
Probably a blessing you went hungry.
poor David… t’as vraiment pas de chance…
we’ll fax you one from here
@Dave: Indeed. You horror story sounds like something I want to avoid, but then, just not getting my pizza was a nightmare.
@Vanou: Thanks. Heading back to Montreal today for 3 weeks to kill a man (me) so I’ll be splurging in Foodie Heaven (Mtl)
I’m dying for L’éclusier in the Old Port.
Fucktard. Man, I love that term.
Dude, like anyone in Philly is gonna know what “11h20″ means? You’re confusing them! They probably think that’s a ZIP code!
Well, now that you’re back, you get to eat a wonderful Mike’s pizza!
Funny, I am online now doing research to rebut my professors claim that low wage workers cant do this and that , In the end its just turning on that light bulb, still funny. Thanks for the laugh
Gotta watch the logic. A moron will most likely forever be stuck with low-wage work, because he’s a moron. But not all low-wage workers are morons. Some are stuck in low-wage hell by circumstance. Others by their sheer stupidity. And if you are too stupid to drive down one road and take a left on another… you deserve your low-wage job.