I Love Pizza
Ok, I’m back from my hibernation and I’ve decide to start bloging again. It's kind of weird that I would pick the following event to retell, but I guess it left an impression.
Several months ago, I heard that China produces a million scientist and engineers per year. I found that to be a staggering number, but I didn’t see how far behind we are until just a few days ago.
I went to the local pizza shop to pick up one of those pizzas that are hot and ready. Anyways, the clerk in attendance greeted me friendly enough and asked how I was enjoying my evening and what I would like. I let him know that I was having a great evening and that I’d like one of the deep dish pizzas that he had hot and ready for me.
He rang it up and told me that it was going to cost $7.42.
I gave him a twenty dollar bill and fifty cents.
He took my money and reached into the cash register to hand me my change.
He said “darn… I’m out of singles.”
I said that I can help him out and handed him another two dollars.
He then handed me a five dollar bill.
I took a moment to try to remember what bill I gave him and asked him what it was.
He looked at the cash register cubbies and said that it was a twenty.
I said right and he gave me a five dollar bill.
He looked up and to the right and he was about to hand me another two dollars.
At this moment the swing shift manager walked up behind him just to evaluate the situation. The clerk looked at me again and said that “I’m sure we can get this resolved correctly.”
I put the five dollars that he handed me back onto the counter.
He then took a few moments to retract the events… he smiled and handed me another five dollars while looking at my facial expression.
I was not amused. I asked him what twenty two fifty minus seven forty-two was.
He looked up and to the left then he looked at the manager and said twelve. I looked at him in disbelief.
I said “you got to be kidding me…. 22 – 7 is what?” And finally he said fifteen as he handed me the difference. I thanked him and as I walked out of the door I said keep the change. (He never did give me the eight cents)
I got home just in time to enjoy an evening with a few my friends and to enjoy the now cold pizza.
Wow… we are in trouble.
Several months ago, I heard that China produces a million scientist and engineers per year. I found that to be a staggering number, but I didn’t see how far behind we are until just a few days ago.
I went to the local pizza shop to pick up one of those pizzas that are hot and ready. Anyways, the clerk in attendance greeted me friendly enough and asked how I was enjoying my evening and what I would like. I let him know that I was having a great evening and that I’d like one of the deep dish pizzas that he had hot and ready for me.
He rang it up and told me that it was going to cost $7.42.
I gave him a twenty dollar bill and fifty cents.
He took my money and reached into the cash register to hand me my change.
He said “darn… I’m out of singles.”
I said that I can help him out and handed him another two dollars.
He then handed me a five dollar bill.
I took a moment to try to remember what bill I gave him and asked him what it was.
He looked at the cash register cubbies and said that it was a twenty.
I said right and he gave me a five dollar bill.
He looked up and to the right and he was about to hand me another two dollars.
At this moment the swing shift manager walked up behind him just to evaluate the situation. The clerk looked at me again and said that “I’m sure we can get this resolved correctly.”
I put the five dollars that he handed me back onto the counter.
He then took a few moments to retract the events… he smiled and handed me another five dollars while looking at my facial expression.
I was not amused. I asked him what twenty two fifty minus seven forty-two was.
He looked up and to the left then he looked at the manager and said twelve. I looked at him in disbelief.
I said “you got to be kidding me…. 22 – 7 is what?” And finally he said fifteen as he handed me the difference. I thanked him and as I walked out of the door I said keep the change. (He never did give me the eight cents)
I got home just in time to enjoy an evening with a few my friends and to enjoy the now cold pizza.
Wow… we are in trouble.
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