Me: “Good evening, welcome to [pizza store]. How can I help you this evening?”
Customer: “Just a Meat Lover’s on the regular base, thanks.”
Me: “Not a problem. It should be ready in ten to fifteen minutes. Can I just have a name for the order?”
Customer: *politely* “No.”
Me: “…Sorry?”
Customer: “It doesn’t matter, does it?”
(The customer’s friend looks a bit annoyed at the customer, like he’s done this before, but doesn’t offer a name either.)
Me: “Well, it’s busy tonight and I may not be the one giving out the pizza, so if there isn’t a name they may not know whose pizza it is.”
Customer: “I just don’t want my name on the computer.”
Me: “Well, I could put a fake name down instead?”
Customer: *rolls his eyes, and then replies* “Fine, just put down Slartibartfast.
Me: “…Slartibartfast?”
Customer: “I told you it didn’t matter!”
(He then walks off before I can reply to his name; I’m a huge fan of Douglas Adams myself. When his pizza comes out, I call out his name.)
Me: “Slartibartfast and the hoopy frood Zaphod Beeblebrox?”
(Both men laugh as they collect the pizza. The next time they came back, it was a pizza for Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect!)
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