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My wife and I like the BBQ chicken pizza from Bertucci’s.
Wednesday night I offered to get us some from the one in the mall I drive past on my way home.
To save time, I called ahead.
“Hi, I’d like to order to pizzas. The first, a small BBQ chicken pizza. The second, a large BBQ chicken pizza with no cheese on it.”
“Hold on, I have to find the button for that on the computer,” the woman said.
There was a pause.
“OK, you wanted blue cheese on which of them?” she asked.
“Neither one. A small BBQ chicken pizza that is right off your menu. Then a large BBQ chicken pizza with no cheese at all.”
“What about the onions?”
“The onions are fine.”
“OK, 15 minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later I walked in and gave my name.
“Two buffalo chicken pizzas, one with blue cheese one with no onions,” the man at the counter said.
“You must have the order for some other guy named Frank,” I said. “I wanted two BBQ chicken pizzas, one with no cheese.”
“You’re sure.”
“My wife can’t eat buffalo sauce and I can’t eat cheese. So, I’m pretty sure I would not have ordered pizzas with those things.”
“I’ll go see if they made them already.”
He ran off.
Another person came to the front and we repeated the conversation almost word for word.
“I’ll go check on them,” he said.
“Someone’s already doing that.”
The second man came back and tried to convince me I wanted the buffalo pizzas after all.
I assured him he was incorrect in this matter.

“We’ll make you new ones,” he finally said. “But, it will take…six more minutes!”
“I’ll wait.”

In the end they made them right. And, he didn’t charge me for them at all.
So, I guess free pizza makes up for all that.
And, it is good pizza.