So this is just a quick little story about something that happened to me today.
It's a beautiful day out, I got quite a bit done, washed my truck did some laundry and picked up my house. While I was out and about I got hungry and decided to get some pizza, so there is a pizza joint down the street from my house and it was closed last week due to some sort of renovations or something and I was really craving it. This pizza place isn't a 'sit down' restaurant its a fast casual place, kind of like Chipotle. You order your pizza and follow the person who is making your pizza down the line and they add ingredients. Well, I walk in and get up to the counter and place my order, keep in mind that I ordered the 'Red Vine' Pizza and when the guy asks for my name I say "Brandon" and he repeats to me "Brad?" and I say clearly to him ... "No sir, Brandon" and he crosses off the "Brad" he had originally wrote and writes "B-R-A-Y-D-E-N". Whatever, no big deal right? Well this was only the beginning to the most awkward lunch I have ever had.
So after you add all your ingredients they put your pizza in the oven and call out your name when its ready. Sounds fairly simple right? So I pay, get my drink and a fork for my Caesar Salad (no, I didn't get a napkin, because I don't use them). So I'm casually sitting down by myself eating my salad scrolling through IG and FB. I then hear "(mumbled name) Red Vine, (mumbled name) Red Vine!!" and I obviously think its mine because the name had been crossed off and re-writen with a different, incorrect name so maybe the oven guy was confused which is why the name was mumbled. So I walk up and he asks me if I needed any olive oil, which I responded "Of course what am I , a little girl?" LOL, just kidding I didn't say that. But, I did get olive oil. I take the pizza back to my table and take two or three bites and then I hear "Brandon Red Vine, Brandon!"... "Brandon, Red Vine" I wish I would have seen the own look on my face. So I look down and sure enough written on the parchment paper, in clear cursive english, it says "Judy"
Well I think to myself, well Judy is just gonna have to eat my pizza because they are the same thing, but then I remember that I added pepperoni. So i'm just sitting there eating the pizza acting like I don't remember my name and of course the person literally sitting right next to me is getting upset because her name hasn't been called yet. Well, I clearly knew that this disgruntled customer sitting next to me was Judy and she walks up to the name calling guy, and says "I have been waiting for quite sometime" and then a back-up name caller says "Brandon, I have a Red Vine here for you, Brandon". While all this is happening around me I'm just sitting there in silence with this silly grin on my face eating the pizza. I don't know why I didn't get up to apologize to the name caller and say that I accidentally took the wrong pizza. Maybe I had this subconscious fear that all the employees and everyone else in the restaurant would start making fun of me, or maybe the name caller guy and the back-up name caller guy were gonna forcibly throw me into the dumpster out back. So instead of saying anything I sat there, in silence while two grown men repeated out loud "Brandon, Brandon!" and with each "Brandon" they annunciated each letter a little more. I hear the manager get called to the register, and he had comp'd Judy her meal but she had to come back to her seat and wait for her next pizza and as she walks by my seat, I could feel her eyes stare at my (her) pizza and I quickly moved the Caesar salad over the very neatly written "Judy" that was still there. Although I don't think she saw the name on my paper, you could clearly tell I was Brandon. I scrolled through the feed of my social media and I could feel her staring at me. Each time I started to look away from my phone I could feel her eyes balls pierce my skin! She was not a happy camper.
I brushed the crumbs onto the floor, grabbed a box and placed the remaining two slices of Judy's pizza into the box and left.
I guess you could call me some sort of a "gangster" after my actions today, or you can just call me Judy.
--TheLongStoryShort.
Don't ever get caught if you accidentally take someone else's meal at a restaurant, and eat that meal as if it was your own.