You might be a douchebag if you walk into a pizza parlor with a Bob Dylan backstage pass, in a town where Bob Dylan just played a concert, and order $4,000 worth of pizzas as a prank, keeping the staff busy making 178 grease pies until half past five in the morning.
As the owner of the pizza joint, would I have my staff crank out four grand of merchandise on a verbal order without so much as a credit card number? Probably not. Still, there’s only one douchebag in this particular story. In the end, the joke is on him as he has to fork over a few grand for a few minutes of yuks with his buddies.