Ordering Pizza in 2015
Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."

Customer: "Hi, I'd like to order."

Operator: "May I have your NIDN first, sir?"

Customer: "My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's
6102049998-45-54610."

Operator: "Thank you, Mr. Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive,
and the phone number's 494-2366. Your office number over at Lincoln
Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number's 266-2566. Which number are you
calling from, sir?"

Customer: "Huh? I'm at home. Where d'ya get all this information?"

Operator: "We're wired into the system, sir."

Customer: (Sighs) "Oh, well, I'd like to order a couple of your All-Meat
Special pizzas..."

Operator: "I don't think that's a good idea, sir."

Customer: "Whaddya mean?"

Operator: "Sir, your medical records indicate that you've got very high
blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health Care
provider won't allow such an unhealthy choice."

Customer: "Dang . What do you recommend, then?"

Operator: "You might try our low-fat Soybean Yogurt Pizza. I'm sure you'll
like it."

Customer: "What makes you think I'd like something like that?"

Operator: "Well, you checked out 'Gourmet Soybean Recipes' from your local
library last week, sir. That's why I made the suggestion."

Customer: "All right, all right. Give me two family-sized ones, then. What's
the damage?"

Operator: "That should be plenty for you, your wife and your four kids, sir.
The 'damage,' as you put it, heh, heh, comes to $49.99."

Customer: "Lemme give you my credit card number."

Operator: "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay in cash. Your
credit card balance is over its limit."

Customer: "I'll run over to the ATM and get some cash before your driver
gets here."

Operator: "That won't work either, sir. Your checking account's overdrawn."

Customer: "Never mind. Just send the pizzas. I'll have the cash ready. How
long will it take?

Operator: "We're running a little behind, sir. It'll be about 45 minutes,
sir. If you're in a hurry you might want to pick 'em up while you're out
getting the cash, but carrying pizzas on a motorcycle can be a little
awkward."

Customer: "How the heck do you know I'm riding a bike?"

Operator: "It says here you're in arrears on your car payments, so your car
got repo'ed. But your Harley's paid up, so I just assumed that you'd be
using it."

Customer: "@#%/$@&?#!"

Operator: "I'd advise watching your language, sir. You've already got a July
2006 conviction for cussing out a cop."

Customer: (Speechless)

Operator: "Will there be anything else, sir?"

Customer: "No, nothing. Oh, yeah, don't forget the two free liters of Coke
your ad says I get with the pizzas."

Operator: "I'm sorry sir, but our ad's exclusionary clause prevents us from
offering free soda to diabetics."








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"Emil Luca" > wrote in message
...
> Ordering Pizza in 2015
> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>
<snip>

LOL. That's funny. At least it seems so, but with all the presumptuous
(sp?) advice being dished out these days it may be closer to the truth than
one imagines!

Emil Luca > wrote:
> Ordering Pizza in 2015
> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."

Using a telephone to place an order for pizza delivery? How
quaint.

wrote:
> Emil Luca > wrote:
>> Ordering Pizza in 2015
>> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>
> Using a telephone to place an order for pizza delivery? How
> quaint.

Just imagine the dialog occurring via an interactive web site

Jill

> wrote in message ...
> Emil Luca > wrote:
> > Ordering Pizza in 2015
> > Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>
> Using a telephone to place an order for pizza delivery? How
> quaint.
>

Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out of your
printer. Pepperoni ink!


--
Peter Aitken

Remove the crap from my email address before using.

Peter Aitken wrote:
> > wrote in message
> ...
>> Emil Luca > wrote:
>>> Ordering Pizza in 2015
>>> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>>
>> Using a telephone to place an order for pizza delivery? How
>> quaint.
>>
>
> Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out
> of your printer. Pepperoni ink!

Nonsense - it will arrive as an email attachment and that food replicator
you've got attached to USB port #3 will turn it back into a pizza

Jill

at Tue, 25 May 2004 20:39:53 GMT in <W7Osc.6277$ZM1.1256
@bignews6.bellsouth.net>, (jmcquown) wrote :

>Peter Aitken wrote:
>> > wrote in message
>> ...
>>> Emil Luca > wrote:
>>>> Ordering Pizza in 2015
>>>> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>>>
>>> Using a telephone to place an order for pizza delivery? How
>>> quaint.
>>>
>>
>> Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out
>> of your printer. Pepperoni ink!
>
>Nonsense - it will arrive as an email attachment and that food replicator
>you've got attached to USB port #3 will turn it back into a pizza
>
USB port? How quaint again. It'll be attached to the Wireless PCI Express
bus. Meanwhile, you have to scan for the (mostly harmless) LIM1896 virus
which will turn the cheese on your pizza into Limburger, the (more
insidious) PLASTICISER virus which in addition to turning the cheese into
plastic loads up your e-mail with a spambot which automatically orders
pizzas to everyone on your e-mail list, then transmits itself to those
users, and the (deadly) BUBERONI84 virus which infests the pizza with
bubonic plague and also inserts a morphing virus on your SD14 Flash drive
that randomly copies code from other programs into its own code before
deleting those programs from your system.

Seriously, the far more worrisome concern is the possibility that these
databases will give people who you've given no consent the ability to look
at priviledged and confidential information which you should be able to
restrict. And when that information is used in various ways to constrain
the options made available to you, we will truly know that we are living in
1984.


--
Alex Rast

(remove d., .7, not, and .NOSPAM to reply)

Peter Aitken > wrote:

> Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out of your
> printer. Pepperoni ink!

Its getting close to that. A few years ago, I was invited to a two day
meeting of researchers at one of the largest computer companies in the
world. The company hosted a fancy dinner banguet for us at one of its
research facilities. After dinner, we were shown some of the work the
researchers were doing and we talked with the actual researchers. One of
the scientists at this meeting demonstrated a virtual department store
where you can sit at a computer terminal and have a 3-d trip through a
department store using a standard web browser. He showed me how the
perfume department looked and in my typically dry whit, I said, but what
good is it if you can't smell the perfume? Much to my surprise, the guy
looked me directly in the eyes and said with a serious face "we are
working on that." Right next to the virtual department store display was
an ATM machine that worked by scanning the customer's iris.

When my parents were kids, most people than could not imagine getting cash
out of a machine any time of the day or night, or cooking in a microwave
oven, or sitting in front of a computer and having a conversation (both
video and audio) with someone thousands of miles away via the Internet.

wrote:
> Peter Aitken > wrote:
>
>> Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out
>> of your printer. Pepperoni ink!
>
> When my parents were kids, most people than could not imagine getting
> cash out of a machine any time of the day or night, or cooking in a
> microwave oven, or sitting in front of a computer and having a
> conversation (both video and audio) with someone thousands of miles
> away via the Internet.

When your *parents* were kids? How about when I was a kid? ATM's were a
mere dream - the Internet was a government project and there certainly was
no such thing as a computer that didn't take up a huge very cold room. A
conversation with someone thousands of miles away required a telephone and
an operator to connect you. <G>

Steve Wertz > wrote:
> On 26 May 2004 02:20:36 GMT, wrote:
>>One of the scientists at this meeting demonstrated a virtual department store
>>where you can sit at a computer terminal and have a 3-d trip through a
>>department store using a standard web browser.

> Ahh, The Silcon Snake Oil Syndrome.

> There is no replacement for social interaction. And wiping your
> own ass doesn't count.

True, but in some contexts, social interaction is not required
and can even pose a barrior to making consumer decisions that are
in our best interest. This is why shopping via the web has gained
such a strong foot hold in the retail world.

jmcquown > wrote:

> When your *parents* were kids? How about when I was a kid? ATM's were a
> mere dream - the Internet was a government project and there certainly was
> no such thing as a computer that didn't take up a huge very cold room. A
> conversation with someone thousands of miles away required a telephone and
> an operator to connect you. <G>

Hah! My parents still haven't gained an understanding that when they call my cell
phone, or receive a call from my when I use my cell phone, it is billed as a local
call even if I am thousands of miles from home, as long as I am somewhere within
my cell phone company's coverage area.

"Emil Luca" > wrote in message
...
> Ordering Pizza in 2015
> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>
> Customer: "Hi, I'd like to order."
>
> Operator: "May I have your NIDN first, sir?"
>
> Customer: "My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's
> 6102049998-45-54610."
>
> Operator: "Thank you, Mr. Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland
Drive,
> and the phone number's 494-2366. Your office number over at Lincoln
> Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number's 266-2566. Which number are
you
> calling from, sir?"
>
> Customer: "Huh? I'm at home. Where d'ya get all this information?"
>
> Operator: "We're wired into the system, sir."
>
> Customer: (Sighs) "Oh, well, I'd like to order a couple of your All-Meat
> Special pizzas..."
>
> Operator: "I don't think that's a good idea, sir."
>
> Customer: "Whaddya mean?"
>
> Operator: "Sir, your medical records indicate that you've got very high
> blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health Care
> provider won't allow such an unhealthy choice."

It's funny - but perhaps prophetic too. And I disagree with the remark
about the National Health Care. We already are on the cusp of just such
intrusions with private health care now sharing information with credit card
companies and in some cases even owning credit card companies. They already
have the ability now to investigate purchases to see if you are in fact say
a non-smoker as you claimed when they accepted you. Hard to claim otherwise
when your CC bill has purchases from the local smoke shop.

Paul

In article >,
says...
> wrote:
> > Peter Aitken > wrote:
> >
> >> Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out
> >> of your printer. Pepperoni ink!
> >
> > When my parents were kids, most people than could not imagine getting
> > cash out of a machine any time of the day or night, or cooking in a
> > microwave oven, or sitting in front of a computer and having a
> > conversation (both video and audio) with someone thousands of miles
> > away via the Internet.
>
> When your *parents* were kids? How about when I was a kid? ATM's were a
> mere dream - the Internet was a government project and there certainly was
> no such thing as a computer that didn't take up a huge very cold room. A
> conversation with someone thousands of miles away required a telephone and
> an operator to connect you. <G>

As I read this, the idea of getting cash from a machine was in fact a
dream at one point in my life. But now everything is electronic... I
write one check per month and even that's going away. Everything else is
either swiped, punched, PayPal'd or BillPay'd. I use less and less
actual cash as the years go by.

"Tony P." wrote:

> As I read this, the idea of getting cash from a machine was in fact a
> dream at one point in my life. But now everything is electronic... I
> write one check per month and even that's going away. Everything else is
> either swiped, punched, PayPal'd or BillPay'd. I use less and less
> actual cash as the years go by.

Thinking back (and not that long ago or far away), it was a huge
hassle to get to the bank at lunch (in a long line) to cash your
paycheck, or have to race to the bank to get money before it
closed at noon on Saturday, whatever. You really had to plan on the
weekends to have enough cash on hand.

I don't even know if you could charge groceries then, but it's just
as well.

Now, I can go away to a different city and know I can get my hands on
some cash, no big deal. I remember going to Disney World once, my
American Express was supposed to let me get cash. Okay, last day or
so of my vacation, I felt like, yeah, I could use some more money.
Turns out the deal was, I could write a check for $100. Wow, big
friggin whoop. Yeah, it's easy to forget how convenient banking has
become.

Most of my bills are automatically deducted from my checking account,
no more S***, I forgot to mail the bills. My tax refunds? Zap,
right into my checking account. Funny, when I implemented direct
deposit at my former company, so many people were afraid their check
would disappear into outer space or something, now it's just
commonplace (obviously).

Fun trip down memory lane.

nancy (having Arthur Treacher's fish and chips for dinner, and got
the malt vinegar packets this time)

On Wed, 26 May 2004 19:45:49 GMT, "Paul M. Cook©®"
> wrote:

>"Emil Luca" > wrote in message
...
>> Ordering Pizza in 2015
>> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
>>
>> Customer: "Hi, I'd like to order."
>>
>> Operator: "May I have your NIDN first, sir?"
>>
>> Customer: "My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's
>> 6102049998-45-54610."
>>
>> Operator: "Thank you, Mr. Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland
>Drive,
>> and the phone number's 494-2366. Your office number over at Lincoln
>> Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number's 266-2566. Which number are
>you
>> calling from, sir?"
>>
>> Customer: "Huh? I'm at home. Where d'ya get all this information?"
>>
>> Operator: "We're wired into the system, sir."
>>
>> Customer: (Sighs) "Oh, well, I'd like to order a couple of your All-Meat
>> Special pizzas..."
>>
>> Operator: "I don't think that's a good idea, sir."
>>
>> Customer: "Whaddya mean?"
>>
>> Operator: "Sir, your medical records indicate that you've got very high
>> blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health Care
>> provider won't allow such an unhealthy choice."
>
>It's funny - but perhaps prophetic too. And I disagree with the remark
>about the National Health Care. We already are on the cusp of just such
>intrusions with private health care now sharing information with credit card
>companies and in some cases even owning credit card companies. They already
>have the ability now to investigate purchases to see if you are in fact say
>a non-smoker as you claimed when they accepted you. Hard to claim otherwise
>when your CC bill has purchases from the local smoke shop.
>
>Paul
>
'but they were pipe cleaners for my pot pipe!'

your pal,
tommy

"jmcquown" > wrote in message
...
> Peter Aitken wrote:
> > > wrote in message
> > ...
> >> Emil Luca > wrote:
> >>> Ordering Pizza in 2015
> >>> Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..."
> >>
> >> Using a telephone to place an order for pizza delivery? How
> >> quaint.
> >>
> >
> > Yeah - I figure you'll order by compuer and the pizza will come out
> > of your printer. Pepperoni ink!
>
> Nonsense - it will arrive as an email attachment and that food replicator
> you've got attached to USB port #3 will turn it back into a pizza
>


Wow - and then spam would/could be literal. Oh my Dog, the future's a scary
thing.


-Jay