I have the absolute worst luck at North Building’s Pita Pit.
1) My pita always is the mangled one (see above, left side) while my roommate and fellow pita addict ends up with a perfectly cut flap in hers (see above, right side). Without fail: I can order white, whole wheat, etc. and I will still get the one that looks like Edward Scissorhands made it. Even my olives look like they are trying to escape!
2) My T-card (which doubles as my meal plan card) will malfunction at North Building Pita Pit. Either I am charged without a discount, or it beeps as though I’ve been charged but really - I haven’t.
3) The drink I want (and have seen there at some point during the day) is never there when it comes time to order my food. I get Pita Pit roughly once a week and no matter what day, or time of day, my drink of choice for that meal is never available.