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I waited 2.5 hours once...I was fairly distracted so I hadn't noticed that 2 hours had gone by until my stomach started growling, I noticed the time, called them, they apologized, they hadn't received notification of the order (I'm in the market that they're testing a new online ordering system in, and it apparently still had some bugs to work out, the order was in the system it just failed to notify them). Half an hour later my order arrives with $30 in gift certificates (more than the cost of what I ordered). Not holding it against them since they apologized, the food was good, and the reason was perfectly understandable.
The driver rarely has the authority to offer a discount, though I'll bet they often wish they could. The worst for me was 2-1/2 hours, the last time I ordered from Pizza Hut. I was quoted 30 - 40 minutes, called at the 90 minute mark to be told it was almost at my door, and the poor sap who delivered it got a polite earful to pass on to the boss. Never again will I order from, or visit this Pizza Hut. Ever.
Considering that I eat there at least once a week, and have for almost 20 years, one would think that someone would call to apologize, but nope - no such courtesy. Fortunately, I still remember how to make pizza. Start with 100 lbs of flour, add 1 lb of salt, 1-1/2 lbs of sugar, 12 oz of yeast....
1.5 Hours, due to a major accident on the highway leading to where we lived at the time (The pizza driver was hit by THREE drunk drivers at once, and then hit by a semi [Just the cab, fortunately] that had had brake failure).
(I still have no idea what the chances of that happening on any given day are, and probably don't want to know)
And he got out of his (totaled) car after the crash, perfectly unharmed. Afterward, the manager, who lived near us, came by after work and gave us $50 in gift certificates. I also knew the pizza driver, and he got a new car, a bright metalic orange Dodge Dakota pickup truck.
He was nicknamed Mr. Miracle afterwards. Can you guess why?
A tourist from the PRC had to be rescued from the bottom of a mine shaft drilled in the bottom of a meteor crater in Arizona after he threw himself in to appease the gods.[^] I say let's toss him back in and let the gods decide whether they want to help him out. And if so, they can damned well repay the state employees and volunteers who wasted many frigid hours saving his worthless hide.
I did something similar once...except it was a prank and I did it to appease my own sense of amusement instead of any gods. Went to some canyon..I think it was called Dead Horse Canyon? Something with horse in it...anyways...I was there with my family, and I went up to the edge of it, looked down and realized there was a large ledge about 4 or 5 feet down, but my family was still farther back so they couldn't see it, so I got their attention and then jumped off to the ledge below, scared then half to death
Of course I also didn't waste anyone else's time and resources to get me back up...
That's a perfectly reasonable prank, much like the time I sent my mom a picture from scout camp of me splattered on the rocks below a cliff, taken by another scout on top of the cliff. I returned the favor so he'd have something to send his mom, as well. As I recall, that was the last time either of us was allowed to go to that camp, for some reason.
At first I was wondering how you could have got the pictures to your mothers as I assume you're not young enough to have had cell phones at the time (and probably before widely spread use of email), and it wouldn't have had quite the same effect if you gave it to them in person ("and here's a picture of the time I died")...after a few minutes of pondering I remembered there is a service that you can send small paper-like objects to other people in different locations called "the mail". No wonder the USPS is having difficulty staying in business...