So I work at Davanni's. We make the best pizza you can buy if you're more than 30 minutes away from an Old Chicago. Anyway, I don't make those pizzas, ever since I started working there, I have been on the hoagie bar every single shift. (Just in case you don't know a hoagie is a toasted sandwich. Yeah, that's it. So certain people who say that it sounds gross {Jill} should really just try it, cause they taste really good). It is considered the worst job at Davanni's. Though I love it compared to Little Caesar's. But that is a story for another day. There were a couple interesting instances that happened just tonight which I feel should be shared with the.....people who read my blog. First of all, tonight was really slow. And I don't mean that there were a couple rushes and the rest was slow. No, there was barely anyone there. It was a ghost town. This is usually the time when the wierd things happen. Here is the first. A fat guy came in the door. This is a common occurence at Davanni's, but this guy had this really goofy, creepy smile on his face. He goes up to the counter and starts talking to Kayla (who was working front at the time). He says nothing that involves anything about food. Finally, Kayla asked the guy if he was going to order anything and he did. One tuna pizza with jalepenos. If that wasn't wierd enough, he comes into the back and makes his pizza. He actually made it farely well...except that he didn't cook it. That was about the time that everyone realized that this guy was totally wasted. Anyway, he said "I weally enjoyked the pizza. Thanks guys!" About two hours after that incident, two little kids came in and asked to see the manager. This is kind of odd, these kids weren't over 10. They said that our manager of the night (Jenny) had sworn at them in the parking lot. Jenny then proceeded to tell us about how they had come up to her in the parking lot during her break and started threatening her. So she did swear at them. Now these kids were trying to get a free brownie because of it. When we said we couldn't do that, they said that they would kick our asses when we went out into the parking lot. No one really believed them.....but I still asked someone to come with me to my car when I left...
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