Thursday, 26 June 2008

Pizza Hut's Shoddy Service

Now, I'm never one to put up with crappy service from anywhere. I am not particularly receptive to bad service, i just don't put up with foolishness on a whole. So imagine my shock with dealing with Pizza Hut Liguanea, Kingston, Jamaica!!! I'm sitting here going "what the phuck!!!"


I called Pizza Hut at 6:30 and ordered my usual, medium Hawaiian. As usual the receptionist took my order and told me 45 minutes to an hour. They've never actually delivered within an hour (i live 15 mintues, MAX from the store) so i don't know why i don't just say delivery in one hour. Anyway I waited, didnt bat an eyelash till after an hour. Unlike my usual self i didn't call i just busied my self watching TV. But then 8:00 rolled around and I'm like no man, this is serious. So i call. The young lady put me on hold for one minute, for what reason i don't know. I'm waiting patiently. He comes back and takes my information and then proclaims that she is going to check to see if the pizza had left the store yet. So i'm thinking, after hour and a half she gonna check to see if it's left yet....YOU ARE KIDDING RIGHT....anyway i wait...5 minutes later she still hasn't returned...so i'm rather pissed, mostly at myself for waiting for 5 minutes. So i hang up. I'm sitting there waiting for a call, someone from Pizza Hut to say "sorry for keeping you waiting, your pizza...etc etc....no such luck....

at 8:30 , i here the bike. I'm surprised...by this time i've gone to make myself an open face bread and cheese sandwich bc i'm starving. I go outside and nicely, so unlike me, tell him that i'm no longer interested in the pizza because it has taken 2 hours. Of course, i guess according to his training he tries to convince me to take it. So i politely tell him no thanks and go back inside. I even leave the light on till he left...how nice of me right...

8:38 my phone rings...Hmmm who could this be calling me from a private number. I answer...Its Pizza Hut...wow i'm shocked, someone was calling to apologize for the horrid service...wow...NOT...can you believe, its the little half starving delivery man calling. So he apologizes for the late delivery and tells me that he lost out because no delivery was made, i told him to take it up with his management. Then he goes on to tell me that he also delivers fruits, if i'm interested, i tell him no....then...and and i'm still shocked he continues to say "i really liked how you look thats what i was really calling to tell you" what the fuck!!!!! Are you kidding me, tell me this shit is not for real. Thats where the conversation ended. Its now 8:43 and i'm still wondering if all that crap just happened...

How dare Pizza Hut make my number available to this man. Its bad enough he knows where I live. It can't be safe. Now he has my number, to call as he pleases. To turn up at my yard in the event he feels he has a better chance that way. Hello...Of course this has totally changed my outlook on delivery services. I will never again, order out for delivery. I will definitely be lodging a complaint, and i won't bother to waste my time calling. I'll strut my behind down to Liguanea tomorrow. God knows what will happen, but i will feel better at least i tried. This guy might do this again, or something worse. I'm sure as hades never taking the chance to make it be me again. Its dangerous enough just walking around on the road without me inviting danger into my home.

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Random Thought (1)

"Never love a man more than he loves his car."

Yakeisha Townsend

Thursday, 19 June 2008

Patois (Patwa) Bible?

Tuesday, 17 June 2008

Kung Fu Panda


So after a ridiculously horrible day, I decided i needed to laugh and smile and relax and chill and calm myself down....(all without any alcohol, quite a feat) but i figured it out; i decided to drag my behind to Cineplex and watch Kung Fu Panda.

I well expected there to be a bunch of little ones but as luck would have it, i chose to go watch the movie on a day where a whole class of what seemed like 6-8 yr olds were gonna be there. Yeah me...Anyway i had no problems really, turns out i really love kids and they don't bug me at all...( i leave that to adults)...As much as i love them i sat way out of their reach, didn't want any soda or popcorn butter getting all over im in their excitement. But some things occured to me while i was there....the first thing was this:

The theater was very very noisy as it usually is before the movies starts, during the trailers and ads etc. But i was shocked out of my wits when The National Anthem started to play and i could hear a pin drop. I mean all these kids and it was pretty much almost full stood up on cue and were religiously quiet. I felt so proud, i mean i know the adults do it and its probably the only time we show patriotism but to be honest i didn't expect it from the kids. Yeah adults u did at least one thing right.

Now the next thing though, i just couldn't get. As the movie wore on, the kids started to get restless and naturally noisy. This is normal, i mean, duh, they are kids, and people started saying "sshhhh" and "be quiet" and some people behind me we commenting that these kids dont know how to behave and saying things like, "why dem won't keep quiet" and i'm thinking to myself...."YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT!". You expect kids to sit nice and quiet for 2 hours especially through parts of the movie that required a little bit more than a funny bone and the sense of humour or an 8 yr old to get? Why are adults so clueless when it comes to understanding kids. Adults wont even sit and keep their behind quiet for a long time much less kids... Hello- news flash its NORMAL.....

I guess one of my pet peeves is adults treating kids like second class citizens or not understanding them. Get a pamphlet, read a book, take a class or summen. Most of what kids are has a lot to do with the adults around them...get a clue man...do it for the kids (i couldnt help the cliche statment at the end, but i'm serious).
The End

Monday, 16 June 2008

The Problem with men is...

Drum Roll please.......

Women....

can u believe, who would have thought, right?

Now i suppose it sounds as though i'm selling out my fellow women but it would seem as though all that is man revolves around woman and therefore it must mean that the problem with men is....


Woman...
right?
Now, it seems to me that all men do is to impress women. They buy fancy cars that go too fast and make too much noise, all in the name of impressing us women. They work all their lives in order to make enough money to buy other things, big toys, in oder to impress us, women. They go to the gym and spend hours and hours and hours working out in order to build muscles and get a nice lean body in order to impress us women. They go to parties dressed to kill with a wad of cash in their pockets to pick up women. Buy cell phones for lots and lots of money so they can impress us women. The list goes on and on and on...and it all ends with us Women...

but then they:

spend all their time modifying the cars instead of on their women. they spend so much time at work making money that they miss the point, spending time with their women giving her the attention and love she needs, buying big toys but then they never bother to spend time using them with her. They go to the gym and get big bulky muscles in order to impress women, but then their muscles become their manhood and they neglect actually being a real man on the inside. They have the money and the looks to kill at a party but then they spend the whole night just standing around trying to look suave and forget to actually enjoy themselves, such a turn off. Then the cell phones, they have them, but ha, would they ever use them to call the same women they try to impress? nope never... so i guess the problem with men isn't really woman its actually that they spend so much time trying to do so many things to impress us, they forget about the one thing that actually matters....

Personality

Friday, 6 June 2008

The Land of Coins

In high school, sixth form to be exact, my friend and i weren't exactly the model students. Unfortunately for my grades I wasn't particularly interested in sitting in English Literature class for all of 4 sessions. Like hello, I know that reading all 10 books was important but seriously, how did they expect me to read them when i had to sit in class for hours listening to my Literature teacher going on and on about all sorts of stuff ( i wouldn't know what, my friend and i never spent much time in that class).

Which reminds me, thats not what this post is about...lol

So anyway, my friend and I ( yes the same one) spent a lot of our time out of class doing a lot of things we shouldn't have been doing. I can't really divulge what, without incriminating ourselves, but i do remember going to my Computer after class quite drunk one day.

Which brings me to the real story ( yes about the land of coins)

So, all those things we did while skipping a class or two kind of left us in an interesting state. But i distinctly remember this conversation, and the only thing i can attribute it's brilliance to was our class skipping activities...

(So we are at the tuck shop about to get our lunch or something...enter Friend and Me, stage left)
Friend: what the hell, where did all the coins go
Me: what you mean where did all the coins go?
Friend: I had like at least a hundred dollars worth of coins in my pocket a while ago
Me: Look again
Friend: hiss teeth, my cyan bodda, this always happen. See is pure sweety paper inna me pocket
Me: You sure you had coins in there
Friend: you deaf or something, cho me say dem did in there
Me: then there can only one one explanation...there must be a land of coins
Friend: land of coins?
Me: Yes, there must be a place somewhere out there in the world that uses only coins, but all they have in their world is sweety paper. So the only way to get coins to do anything is to come to earth and swap out the coins in people's pockets or on the ground for sweety paper.
Friend: you know seh a true, cause there is always this whole heap a sweety paper inna me pocket fi real...

( then we both of course noticed the copious amounts of sweety paper on the ground and no coins. needles to say we both were quite satisfied with the explanation of the land of coins and continued on our way)

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