Posted On: Friday - July 3rd 2020 9:09PM MST
In Topics:   Music  Humor  Political Correctness  Big-Biz Stupidity  Customer Care
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I've heard of hate hoaxes, and I've seen Mystic Pizza*, but I've never heard of a Hate Pizza before. I am a pizza lover, not a hater, especially that thin-slice NY style. Apparently, pizza pies can be used for nefarious purposes too, as related in this WFTV (Orlando, Florida) article. The story took place at the abode of the Laska family in Brook Park, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland.
I don't know whether to believe this one or not, as there are very clever ways to score free pizza, and new ones are not out of the question. The Laska family said that their pepperoni pizza had the pepperoni arranged in a Nazi Swastika pattern. They have the pictures to prove it:
Entirely unprofessional, the whole thing! If you're gonna make this crooked cross, do it correctly. Clockwise, dammit!
Peak Stupidity, I will remind the reader, is somewhat acquainted with the pizza business from a customer service perspective, as related in Consumer Care Productions presents: "A Fistful of Pennies". From this experience, I personally question how the local franchise got away with using enough pepperoni slices to make this symbol. They are usually real tight about it. Sure, they'll load you up with green peppers and onions, but who wants vegetables on a pizza? I hate to invoke Godwin's Law this early in the post, but, if you will recall, Adolph Hitler liked vegetables. I mean, sure, down in the bunker in May of '45, he with Eva Braun he may have splurged a bit and eaten something, perhaps anchovies, or something with a similar smell ... but I digress. If it's got meat on it, is it really a Nazi pizza, then? Mixed messages, people!
Let's hear it from the Laska family over in Brook Park:
The Laskas didn’t eat the pizza and instead tried calling the Little Caesars location that made it, according to WDAF-TV. Initially they were unable to get a hold of anyone because the store had just closed. On Sunday the store owner called the Laskas back to say that it was an internal joke and the pizza was not intended for customers. He also said the employees involved were fired.Let them go where, to the Neo-Nazi rally at FirstEnergy Stadium? See, now there's a decent boss, letting his employees take their personal time, and to Little Caesar's HR department: Kudos! You have created truly an employee-friendly work environment.
“Told him that it was supposed to be an internal joke that they were playing on each other and the other employee, and the pizza was never intended to go out. He also confirmed that he had let the employees go that morning,” Jason Laska told WDAF-TV.
“We’re trying to solve hate, and even if this was just a joke internally for the employees, just stop. Stop with the symbolism, and let it go away,” Jason Laska told WOIO-TV.C'mon, it's about the anchovies, isn't it? I agree about the HATE too. I freakin' HATE anchovies, and I HATE HATE HATE it when they make a mistake at the franchise store, take the anchovies off, but you can STILL TASTE THEM in the cheese! We do need to solve this HATEFUL topping confusion problem. And if you're gonna be HATEFUL anyway, draw the Swastickers clockwise, dammit! Read some freakin' books! (Hey, I know where to get one - at the NeoNazi rally at FirstEnergy Stadium, outside in the parking lot, you know, right where you buy your windowpane before the Dead shows.)
The employees involved were fired, according to The Associated Press.Oh, that kind of "let go". Now, I'm sorry that nobody can take a joke anymore. However, this hit to its reputation couldn't have happened to a better pizza chain, for me. I have a real ground beef against Little Caesar's, and this goes back over 25 years.
My roommate found a coupon for a deal for 2 small pizza for the price of 1 at Little Caesar's. It was for some kind of 4-topping combination. OK, well, I didn't want the vegetables, so, right when we ordered, I asked "can you leave out the onions and peppers on one" ("and any other of that Nazi shit") No, just the first part was what I asked. "Nope, that's the deal." "Oh, they're already pre-made for this deal then, OK." My roommate already had his heart set on this pizza, so I was locked in. "No, they're not pre-made, but we can't do that." "Well, just don't put the peppers and onions on one of them." "No." Bureaucratic bullcrap at Little Caesar's! I mean, I could see the guy making them right there. Nope, that's highly irregular. I haven't been back. Ever. Damn Nazi shit!
I had a friend who told me of his pizza delivery days way back in the past. On this one run, he drove like a maniac. (Actually, he was a very good driver and normally drove like that.) Well, from all the tight cornering and such, the formerly circular pizza was all mashed into a ball at one end of the box. The customer looked so sad, he told me, that he gave it to him for free and ate the loss.
Well, between that story, my "customer care" story linked-to above, regarding heaving change across the lobby, and then the one time I ended up kicking out the customer's dorm-room door to deliver one**, I write this open
Be glad the pie came on time, in one piece, and with lots of pepperoni. Be glad that the deliveryman didn't come to rob you.
Are you trying to get a free pie? There are other ways that don't result in more BLM protests and looting. Where exactly is that pizza pie that you took the picture of, anyway?
Lastly, to the whole damn country: Do you people have a sense of humor anymore?
Peak Stupidity and Dean Martin:
Youtube commenter with Kung Flu version:
When a sneeze goes on by,
and it lands on some guy
To Europe you can't fly
'cause people all just die.
* I kinda liked this one, though it's possibly in the Chick Flick genre. From 1988, it featured a young Julia Roberts.
** It was not intentional. The guy didn't answer the knock the first time. I went to get to a phone (before mobile phones), and called him, and he told me to come on up. "Will you answer the door this time?" I went back, and he still didn't answer, so, frustrated at this turn of events, I just kicked at the door. It flew open, so I delivered the pizza to the stoner, got my money, and left with "hey, and you're gonna have to do something about that door."