No pizza for you for 1 year!!

That is pretty funny. When I was a kid, mind you, we were one digit different to a large local bakery. It got to the point where I was telling people what day to expect their wedding cakes to be finished just to get rid.

I kept hoping they would ask a customer to come down and run sauce on their assy nips...

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When my parents were living in Raleigh several decades ago, this happened to them - the phone number also being a pizza joint, but one which had gone out of business. The story is better in person, but essentially my father called Southern Bell and requested - then demanded - a phone number change. Since they erred in giving a residential address a commercial number in too short of a time, they should have ponied up, right? Instead, they told him he had to pay. This being the years prior to him chilling out, he called the operator and told her he would personally deliver a phone receiver UP HER ASS in her downtown office if this request wasn't honored. She was a little taken aback, but after some more yelling it got done.

He also took orders, too.

People are so used to corporate ass-kissing that it really shocks them when they don't get it.

Years ago I delivered pizzas for a privately owned business. The owner was usually pretty good, but he would not put up with crap from customers. I heard him personally tell some customers to never call back.

He went out of business, but I think that was due to him confidently proclaiming in the mid-70's that deep dish pizza was a fad and he would never sell it.

That pizza thing just made me realize how dependent on corporations Americans are. Most couldn't make a pizza themselves, given the ingredients. And they (we) get so ANGRY when every whim is not catered to in a polite, sychophantic manner. I loved that bitch who kept threatening the guy with the cops, she reminded me of the lazy Tae Kwon Do Mom who called the Man on Burger King.
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These are hilarious. I wasted my entire late night listening to these and to some of the others on that site (which generally aren't as good).

Incidentally, I don't think they were misassigned the pizza joint's phone number by telco incompetence -- these are hardcore phone phreakers who most likely hijacked the legit number.