Domino's--Just Don't Do it

A couple nights ago I came home from class and was starving….apparently basking in the enjoyment of two 96% + tests makes a girl hungry—especially when I thought my confidence intervals were all messed up and I had my fingers crossed praying for a C on my stats test.

Anyway, it was about 9 o’clock and I was starving.  So, in true Jill and DaShaun fashion we immediately pick up the phone and call our go to….Papa John’s.  Our loyalty to Papa John’s was brought to our attention by our regular delivery driver, he said,  “Usually you hold the dogs back while she pays for the pizza.  Why the switch up?”   Wait, our delivery guy knows our door answering routine?  Is it sad that he knows which one of us body blocks the dogs to ensure the safety of our delivery guy (we have a couple killers on our hands) while the other makes polite conversation and pays the man?  Maaaaaaybe, but this post isn’t about our poor eating habits it’s about ordering pizza.

So anyway, we call the Papa and were informed it’s going to be an hour and a half wait…what?  That’s way to long, so we get online and order Domino's.  25-30 minutes!  Jackpot!  I know, it kinda hurt me in my heart but my tummy was hurting more at that moment.  The Domino’s website is pretty awesome. You order you pizza and it gives you a progression gage letting you know what’s happening to your pizza.

See here (I stole this picture off the internet.  I have no idea where it came from….please don’t persecute me):



We loved the moment by moment update--up until quality check.  The last time (a few weeks ago) we ordered, it stayed on quality check for an hour and again Tuesday night it spent at least an hour on quality check (our computer died so we were left with the old system—trusting that our pizza would arrive and it did, an hour and 50 minutes later.)

By the time it finally arrived I was crabby and ready for bed…it was 11pm after all and the pizza was cold.  So cold in fact that the pepperoni grease had re-hardened and it looked like I just pulled it out of the fridge.  So, here’s my letter to Domino’s:

Dear Domino’s,

I’ve been watching your commercials on TV—you really tricked me (twice) with those medium pizzas for 5.99.  We will never order your pizza again, no matter how cheap or delicious you promise.  You suck.  And so does your freezing cold pizza.  I mean, I could have gone to the store, made crust from scratch, chopped toppings and baked a healthier pizza in the time it took you to ‘quality check’ our grease hardened pizza.  I’ve basically told everyone I know how much I hate you….

We will never cheat on Papa John’s again,

The Carters

PS.  Hubs did really mind your awful pizza as much as I did because he ate 4 chicken legs prior to my hunger driven rampage that finally ended in ordering your miserable pizza.  He thought it was nice you gave us $5 off for being late but he doesn’t really get a say in where we order pizza….so there.