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| My sad (depressing) history with pizza. by Flurgendorf J. Creexul 08/22/2003, 11:21pm PDT | ||||
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| When I was like 11 or 12 or something, we called up a pizza place at the friend's house. It wasn't even Pizza Hut, it was some cheap shitty place like Cottage Inn (where they put raw cottage cheese and pineapples on all their pizzas or something, I don't fucking know, all I know is that their pizzas had a reputation for sucking). Anyway we ordered two pizzas I think, and then about five minutes later found out we didn't have enough money. It was our friend's money, not ours, but it ended up being my job to call them up and tell them to cancel one of the pizzas we had ordered because we only had like $10. I didn't want to, and I don't think Jsoh wanted to either, but I was called a pussy or something for not wanting to call (not that we weren't, of course), so of course after that I had to. Whoever I talked to was
PISSED OFF. They were like THEY'RE ALREADY IN THE OVEN WE HAVE TO THROW AWAY ALL THAT DOUGH AND STUFF, DO YOU KNOW THAT?!!?!!!?!??! I'm not sure how I didn't end up sobbing uncontrollably on the phone, but eventually the bitch on the other line stopped screaming (well, she was actually only yelling, but she really was pissed off). Somewhere in between an extended uncomfortable silence and hanging up, I apparently apologized enough times with a huge lump in my throat (I guess the 80s were a tense time for everyone) and she hung up, I guess, although she might've crushed the phone with her hands or something instead. We got our pizza later, and I stayed upstairs because I didn't even want to overhear any possible reaction from the delivery dude in case he was pissed off as well (which wasn't likely). Needless to say, the pizza wasn't as fun to eat, I'm sure we got chastized for the rest of the night from Friend about being a pussy regarding phone calls, and then for the next ten years (i.e. ever since then) I was afraid to call anyone on the phone who wasn't a family member (as opposed to now, where I refuse to call family members, along with restaurants, schools, office buildings, hospitals, or anything else that is a place with a phone). Actually, today I don't have much of a problem calling pizza places, since we have VERY LITTLE more experience calling them, what with having a tiny little bit of money occasionally on the first day of the month. And we call Pizza Hut, and we DO know how much most of the pizzas cost, ask how much they cost, and make sure we have enough money later on and all that shit. Of course, that's when we use welfare check money to buy pizzas, because otherwise they are way too much of a luxury to just ask mom to get one, even if it's on a national holiday or if the Red Wings win (or if the power comes back on). |
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