Unless you're late with my pizza.  Followed by idiocy.
I called TWICE.

First excuse: ohhh, he left.  He left five minutes ago.  It should be there.
And some jackass was standing behind the man on the phone with me saying, loudly "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH"!

Second excuse: Oh... what?  where address?  You're on the right side of the street.  So it's far.

Uh, this is nyc and nothign is far.  But something is fart, and it's the way you do business.

THIRD excuse was from the delivery guy who PREFACED IT WITH "Did you want dressing with your salad?  because there's no dressing".   I said "seriously?   because why would you deliver a GREEK SALAD WITHOUT GREEK DRESSING?!"

I nearly pummeled the guy, but instead, closed the door in his crackhead face.  He said they were having technical issues.  So which is it?  Distance, technical, or out of excuses.

And you know what sucks for them?  The pizza itself isn't that bad.