We got together last night at a friend’s house in order to watch a certain soccer match on T.V. (I don’t remember what game, O.K.? O.K.?).
As usual, we ordered some pizzas from Papa John’s. I like ordering from them because their online ordering system is really good. The pizza’s not bad either.
After what felt like a very long wait (feels longer the hungrier you are), the bell rings. It’s a pizza delivery girl. That’s a first, it’s usually a guy. She hands me the pizzas and says:
– Really, that comment?
– The comment you wrote on the order for the delivery guy…
– I don’t know what you’re talking about!
So she shows me the note on the label on the pizza box: