Our pepperoni and bacon pizza morphed into a pizza with green olives, onions, and mushrooms. So fine, they screwed up. Again.

But.

She offered us a credit... So, we should send our kids over to little ceasars to eat that credit? No. I told her that wasn't going to help us feed 5 kids for dinner tonight, a dinner that we've already spent 50 bucks on!

Dolt: Ok, I'll give you a credit.
Me: The kids aren't going to eat this pizza.
Dolt: ummmmm
Me: We need the pizza that we ordered.
Dolt: [puts me on hold]
Dolt: Well, I can offer you a credit.
Me: That's not going to help. We need the pizza that we ordered. Can I talk to a manager?
Dolt: We don't have one here right now.
Dolt: [puts me on hold]
Dolt: I can give you a credit.... ummm or I can send you another pizza.
Me: Yes, that will work. How long is it going to be?
Dolt: [puts me on hold]
Dolt: About an hour.
Me: We'll pick it up instead.
Dolt: Ok, ummm... I'll see if I can get you a discount.
Me: What?!
Dolt: I'll try and get you a discount on the pizza, or maybe for free.
Me: A Discount!
Me: *ready to go down there and throw the green olive pizza at her wonders* How do you look in green?...
Me: I've already PAID for this pizza!
Dolt: [puts me on hold]
Dolt: *sounding aggravated* Alright fine, we'll give it to you free then.

Lucky for them I'm at work, so they only have to deal with Roman.