Here's a little story to make you chuckle. On New Year's Day we had Matt and Shari's family over for a turkey dinner. Tom requested a homemade Holiday meal, seeing as he missed both Thanksgiving and Christmas! About noon Tom walked in with two pizza boxes. I was in the kitchen working on the dinner while I talked to my mom on the cell phone. I was thinking, "How sweet, he brought lunch because he knew I'd be really busy."
I said, "Oh, you ordered pizza," and he said, "Someone did." I just assumed that someone was him. As I continued my phone conversation he commented that the wings were a little spicy. I thought it was strange that he even ordered wings, since he never has in the past.
Anyhow, after I got off the cell phone, I asked him about the pizza. After we talked for a second, he informed me that HE didn't order the pizza, and I informed him that I didn't order the pizza either. As I looked at the sticker on the box, I realized that they had delivered the pizza to the right house number, just the wrong street!
Tom had pulled into the driveway about noon, and the delivery man pulled in right behind him. He handed Tom the pizzas--Tom signed the credit card slip and tipped the driver, thinking I had ordered the pizzas.
Once we figured it out, we called Papa John's to tell them about the mix-up. They told us to just destroy the pizza, and they'd make a new one to deliver to the right address. Yes indeed, we did destroy the pizza. Tasty destruction, indeed!
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