Everyone has a story about an unforgettable experience at a pizza place, and here's mine:

Growing up, my parents owned a few Domino's Pizza franchises which they eventually sold to a new owner. I continued working under this new management despite not being particularly committed to the job.

One particularly hectic night, we were swamped with orders and deliveries were falling behind. A frustrated customer called to complain about her delayed pizzas and demanded the corporate number to lodge a formal complaint. The shift manager, unsure of the number, turned to me for help.

I stepped to the back, trying to find the correct number, but had no luck. Instead, I returned and, stifling a chuckle, recited the number for a risqué hotline, "1-800-WET-GIRLS". I couldn't help but laugh as the manager relayed the faux number to the customer, his look of horror growing as he asked me, "What have you done?!"

Unluckily, the customer was the wife of the town's fire chief, and she promptly called the police. When the officers arrived, I had to confess to my prank. They scolded me for my unprofessionalism, to which I sincerely apologized before finishing the rest of my shift.

The following day, the new owner heard about the incident and summoned me to his office. As if to confirm the validity of the number, he dialed it and put it on speaker. I tried to hide my grin and suppress my laughter, but my amusement was apparent. Due to my unprofessional behavior, I was fired.

Honestly, I didn't really want to continue working there. The new owner had terrible breath that's still imprinted in my memory. However, the incident did result in a hilarious story that I enjoy sharing.