Tell Us When You Move Your Damn Store and Your Damn Credit Card Machine is Broken!

Damn you, Papa Johns.

This was my adventure of the evening.

First we had to find the new papa john's location. They didn't mention the fact that they've moved when we called.

Then, when we got there, I handed them my check card, and the girl couldn't get the credit card machine running, and she said to me, "Do you have cash?"

Who in the world carries cash?

So, I said: "Nope."

And she said, "Well, are you able to go get some? We've been having alot of trouble with this machine."

I looked at my life-mate, who looked at me, and shrugged angrily.

So the girl quickly snatched the pizza away and said, "I'll put these under the warmer for you."

We ran to an ATM to get cash while my life-mate muttered a number of words that I'd rarely heard combined in such a creative manner before.

When we got back from our second needless trip, the girl was on the phone with a customer and five people in the back were standing around, not giving us our pizza.

Five more minutes later, she got off the phone and took our cash.

She handed us the pizza and says: "Thank you."

"NO, NO!" I shouted, "THANK YOU!"

And we left.

If the girl had just mentioned that they'd moved and their credit card machine was broken, we wouldn't have had to drive five extra miles to get a pizza we could have gotten the cash on the way to the new, closer location.

That's all I'm saying.

Well, that and "Damn you, Papa Johns."

Park Your Damn Bike Elsewhere!

Pick Up These Damn Flip-Flops

These flip-flops have been in the hall for almost a week.

At first, we were disgusted.

Now we're just perturbed about it.

We left this note to indicate our dismay.

We'll keep you updated regarding whether it helps or not.