There's a local pizza place here that I love and cherish. An older man works there and I feel guilty having to use my credit card as it seems to really confuse him. He's usually very nice and makes small talk with me as I read him my credit card information two or three times, hehe. I'm not in a hurry, so I'm not bothered by it.
I guess a few days ago they hired another man who is definitely not like my normal pizza guy. He had a Philly sounding accent and sounded irritated when I called. It went something like this...
Me: Hey, I'd like to make a delivery order using a credit card.
Pizza guy: *a few seconds of silence* "Uh, YEAH?"
Me: Okay, I'd like *long pizza order you don't care to read*
Pizza guy: Okay, what? I got like half that order. *sigh*
Me: Oh, sorry. *repeats order*
Pizza guy: *Continues to make heavy annoyed sighs* All right, give me the credit card info.
At this point I try to be slow so I don't piss this guy off any further.
Pizza guy: Okay, WHAT? You need to, umm, ugh, just give it to me again please.
Me: *repeats again*
Pizza guy: ....hold on.
I hear him set the phone done, but I could still hear him. "Yeah, someone is going to get this girl's order. I can't understand these f--king hick's accents". After a bunch of muffled arguing a woman picks up and takes my order. I guess he didn't press a button hard enough.
I really like this pizza place, they're usually very nice so I didn't say anything. What annoys me is that my accent is NOT that thick. I have friends from other countries who have never had a problem understanding me. For God sake, I've only lived in the South for five years. Someone needs to give this guy a hug or something.