Moiduzzaman S.
Google
I stopped by Blondie’s Pizza Shop yesterday, hoping to grab a quick bite. The people behind the counter actually making the pizzas seemed friendly and busy doing their job credit where it’s due.
But then came the moment. A lady wearing spectacles (manager? owner? professional mood-killer?) decided to make my short visit unforgettable for all the wrong reasons. I was politely speaking to the guy at the counter about an order when she abruptly cut in with a sharp, “Okay, come speak to me,” as if I’d just interrupted a royal decree.
That was enough for me. I didn’t order a thing just quietly walked out, because if that’s how they treat customers before taking your money, I’d hate to see the service after.
The pizza might be good (I’ll never know), but no slice is worth being spoken to like that. Maybe the recipe for good customer service hasn’t made it into their kitchen yet hopefully it’s still in the oven.