We were waiting for our pizza to cook. We sat there for about 45 minutes and began to hear the girls muttering to each other behind the counter in hushed tones,
"Why are they still here?"
"Have you done theirs, yet?"
"Why haven't they got their food yet?"
"How long have they been here?"
It took almost an hour for us to get our food and get out of there. Needless to say we have been to the other pizza shop on the strip a few times since (and loved it!)