See, I knock on her door and hear a bunch of dogs barking. The door cracks open and the lady invites me to step in, obviously trying to keep the dogs from escaping.
I step in and see four small dogs; pomeranians, as I'd later find out. As she took the receipt and began her search for a pen, the dogs surrounded me, barking and waggling their little tails.
Remember how she ordered four gargantuan's? Four of our largest sandwiches? Which cost almost eight dollars apiece? And four chocolate chip cookies?
Well, I remembered. And this is why her next sentence stopped me cold.
"Boy, they sure get excited when the doorbell rings. See, my husband and I just feed them whatever we eat, so whenever the doorbell rings, they think 'Sandwiches!' 'Pizza!' 'Food!'."
Excuse me? You ordered two of our largest and most expensive sandwiches for your dogs? And cookies too? My parents don't even do that for me.
Some people are just plain sick.
Even if they do tip well.
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