Every Tuesday night, I have about the same routine. I get home from work a little after 5pm, Prairie and I chat via iChat until about 7pm, and I browse through NetNewsWire while we’re chatting. At 7pm, I close down NetNewsWire, order some pizza, and pop in a DVD.
Tonight went as normal, but by 8pm, my food hadn’t shown up. This is rather unusual — I live just a few blocks away from the pizza place, so their quoted 45 minute delivery time is usually closer to 25-30 minutes — so I gave them a call to check up. The girl that answered the phone checked my number, and told me that there was no order in the system for my number. Obviously, someone had screwed up when I placed my order, so she re-placed my order, giving me my dinner for free.
About twenty minutes later, my buzzer rang, and the pizza guy showed up. He handed me the pizza, and then handed me my bill as he apologized for running late. Late? A bill? Interesting — apparently my first order did get placed after all. I signed (since this was the order I’d placed in the first place) and sat back to munch and see if the second free order was also on its way.
Sure enough, twenty minutes after that, there was another buzz at the door.
So now I’ve got lots of pizza. Guess I’m good for a few days of munching.
Hm.
Anybody hungry? :)
“Pussy (We Want Some)” by Lords of Acid from the album Pussy (1998, 5:39).