Whack jobs.

AcidMan came in with his friend tonight. He kept asking “Where am I?” and then laughing hysterically. He used profanity in every sentence and made random statements like “This G*d*mn*d Stromboli had better be f**k*n good!” and “If this sauce gives me a hard time I’m gonna go f*ck*n ballistic!”

Of course, to add to the merriment, we’re training our new gal and it’s her first day.

I had to assure her that these gentlemen were not regulars.

Then a phone call for a To-Go order…. she tells me after she hangs up that the guy on the other end was a little too excited about the price of his pizza. She said he was jubilent when announcing that our pizza is only $6.95 a square foot and everyone else in town is $9.95 a square foot.

No, really. We don’t have crazies as regular customers. Really.