The guy at the pizza joint knows way too much about me. I know that it's all in the name of efficiency, but maybe they've taken it too far.
Him: Pizza Pizza, how can I help you?
Me: I'd like to place an order for delivery, please.
Him: OK, and what is your phone number?
Him: OK, would you like the same thing you ordered last time?
Me: I don't even remember what I ordered last time.
Him: Oh, I do. Did you like the chicken wings? I know it was your first time ordering those with your pizza.
Me: Yeah, they were fine.
Him: And are you still peeing blood? Or has that little infection cleared up?
These guys know too much.