royal pizza

Bloody hell – we’re working late in the office again, so we ordered some pizza. Quite a lot of pizza, to be honest. When the guy delivered it, I apologised for not having the cash for a tip (which was why we were paying by card), and he left, obviously displeased. Within a minute or so he was back, verbally abusing us for being "the worst people he’d ever come across" and asking "hands up any of you who’ve got a girlfriend." He’s apparently the manager. Unbelievable. He stormed out again, forgetting his pizza bags. They’re still here.

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