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"Yes, you heard me right."
A phone call that's gone on all too long, leaving Dolce wondering if it was even worth ordering his lunch like this. By the time he's finally even got his order processed it's gonna be too late for him to even eat it before his lunch break ends... assuming they ever take his order at all.
"No, it's not a prank call. Please- No, don't put your manager on the- please." He's cut off by the line being put on hold, and he holds his head in his hands at the pain and agony of how horribly this is going. How hard can it be to just... make a pizza with a few little teensy edits. Please.
Please.
The line picks up again, and he has to hold the phone a few inches away from his ear at how loud the man on the other end is. Clearly speaking too close to the mic, or perhaps just trying to make Dolce suffer worse than he already is. Could be both. It truly feels like it's a combination of both.
"Yes. Hello... No, I'm not 'joking'. If it's too much to ask for, I can simply take my business elsewhere." He has to hold the phone further away as the man on the other end laughs, as if he's TRYING to burst poor poor Dolce's eardrums. A grimace settles on his face as he slowly brings it back to his ear, noting (hoping) that the man had gotten all of the laughter out and he wouldn't have to... look forward to any more of that. "Are you... done? No, really... Yes but- No, I know what fiberglass is- Yes, the pink stuff in your walls that keeps buildings warm. Yes, exactly. No- No, yes, I'm serious! I would like a sprinkling of insulation on my pizza-! Agh!" Another bone rattling laugh has Dolce scrambling to get the phone away. Annoyed and hungry, and now being mocked too...
Truly, what terrible customer service.
"Please." His jaw is clenched as he tries so hard to keep his tone even and steady, just trying to drag his way through the rest of this conversation. "No. Yes, okay. So you won't do that? Okay. That's all you had to say. Thank you." He hangs up the phone swiftly once the opportunity presents itself, interrupting another bout of laughter on the other end. The following silence is cut through by a ringing in Dolce's ears, which really doesn't help with the annoyance stewing within him.
A glance at the time, a soft 'tch', and he shoves his phone in his pocket, fumbling to gather his things to get back to his shift. Fine. Okay, lunch was a bust. He just has to make it through the end of today's work and then he can try this again on the way home. He'll just have to pick up a pizza and separately get his hands on the damn insulation.
God forbid an ant do anything.