We
ordered pizza the other day. I
know. Not that unusual an event, especially
when we have grandkids around. But after
wading through the ordeal of making all our selections from the online menu and
making sure I hit the right button for special deals, the final page came up
where you pull the trigger and actually make the purchase. Everything looked correct, so I went for
it. Then the very last screen appears to
let us know our “hot and fresh pizza is on its way.” All fine and dandy. Even received the instantly generated email
to my account letting me know the cost to be applied to my credit card. But then I just happened to notice something
in the fine print. Down where it says “Estimated
time of arrival” I saw something that caused me to do a double take. “Ninety-four to one hundred and four minutes.” Yep.
The window for delivery was an hour and half or more. Fresh pizza, indeed.
I
just couldn’t see waiting that long.
After all the grandkids were on their way. So I called the local store to see what was
going on. I was nice. First I verified that I was reading the
notice correctly. Did it really say
94-104 minutes? “Yes, it did.” No further explanation was forthcoming, so I added,
“I just wondered why the delivery was going to take so long. It has never been longer than 30 or 40
minutes.” At that point one very
frustrated manager unloaded on me. Not
angrily, mind you. But there was just a hint
of desperation in her voice. Seems only
one driver had showed up for work. They
were in the middle of their lunch rush, and all deliveries were backed up by
almost an hour. Doing my best to keep my
voice calm so she would remain calm herself, I asked how long would it take if I
just came in and picked up the pizza. Her
entire demeanor changed (as much as you can discern such things over the
phone). She hesitated a second and then
replied, “Twenty minutes.” As cheerfully
as I could muster, I responded with a hearty, “That will be great, then. I’ll see you in twenty minutes.” She stumbled a bit for words, and finally
managed “Well, OK. I’ll see you then.”
Always
happy to relieve stress in the world one pizza order at a time.
2
Peter 1:5-7 says, “For this very reason,
make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and
to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to
perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly
kindness, love.”
Father,
grant that manager a little easier shift next time she works. And bring some of your peace into her
life. Amen.
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