So, by the time we got home for the evening, our stomachs were begging for food and our t.v. was begging to be watched. What do we do now? Why, order pizza, of course! Luckily we had a coupon for a free pizza at a local place that we hadn't yet tried. I called in our order and after waiting for 15 minutes, I looked up directions and headed off to get it.
Problem numero uno: there are no mountains in Ohio. What does that have to do with pizza? Well, how do I get to this place when I left without actually writing down the directions and I can't even tell which direction is east and which is west? It's more impossible than you think. Even Ryan can't figure it out and I swear he comes with a built-in compass. So of course I got lost.
When I finally got to the right intersection, I immediately recognized the pizza place, ran inside, and asked for my pizza. Problem number 2: they don't have my pizza ready, OR my order... at all. They looked for it by my name, my phone number, and even by my address that they didn't ask for when I ordered the pizza so how would they know anyway?! Still not there. So after 15 minutes or so of huffing and puffing and blowing roofs down, I impatiently demanded to know where my darn pizza was, how they could have lost the order, and if they even knew who Jimmer was?!?! The patient pizza man responded by asking what number I called to place my order. I gave it to him, he called it, and then pointed directly across the street to the other pizza joint. Don't even tell me that I should have at least noticed the name of the place was wrong.
Problem three: I finally made it to the right pizza place, they got my order that was now cold, and when I went to pay, I realized I did't have the gift certificate and there was no free pizza without it. Of course. So I drove all the way home (which, with correct directions is only 4-5 minutes away), got it, and drove all the way back... this time WITH pizza.
So the point(s) of this story: at least the BYU game was worth it, because the pizza wasn't. Also, I was sick of looking at that ginormous hot dog headlining our blog.
4 comments:
thank you. i was getting sick of the hot dog too. ;)
Unfortunately it's still about food. One of these days my life will get more exciting.... :)
ha ha that is awesome!
I think I would have been too upset to come back for the pizza or I would have just paid for it since I was there. I had a choice experience like unto yours when we first moved to Los Angeles, but i was in tears, out of frustration by the end. I am glad you weren't.
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