Tonight, a rather lesser quality experience: we decided to order pizza for delivery, and so I signed onto the Papa John's web site. I was then presented with a blurb saying that they were sorry; the nearest Papa John's establishments weren't open until tomorrow at 10:30 a.m., and wouldn't let me place an order unless it was to be delivered tomorrow. We called one of the two places nearest us, and I got a young woman who offered to take our order for delivery. She asked for our address. I told her...she yelled out to her coworkers "HOW DO YOU SPELL [the rather simple name of the street we live on]?"
I told her about the problem with the web site and said she might wish to call the central office...and was put on hold to talk to the manager. The manager was pleasant and understanding, but when it came to what we wanted, we had the problem that the web site's main page had no link to a menu. I said never mind, and allowed as how it's a bit scary to place an order with a person who couldn't spell the name of the street we live on.
So...we wound up ordering from Northern Lights. (Ironically, from the place whose phone number is one digit off from ours...) No problem, and they have Diet Mountain Dew (a big plus with irpooh).