Current mood:

embarrassed

Talking Pizza Again
But this time I'm not reporting how much I ate. Okay, fine, I'll tell you. I just had one and a half slices. Is that self-control or what? (Okay, so I was already a bit full from eating one and a half brownies.)

Anyhow, there's a particular pizza shop near my house. Every time I go there and see the owner, I get embarrassed about a particular incident that happened many years ago. I don't know if he remembers, but I remember and I die of embarrassment every time I see this man.

So here's what happened. Several years ago, I ordered pizza from a pizza-shop that's a bit far from my house. They make good pizza. And they deliver. So I had three "starving" little kids and I was pretty famished myself and I was pacing the house and checking out the window every two minutes waiting for this pizza to arrive. Correction. DESPERATELY waiting for this pizza to arrive. I guess you could say it was a pizza emergency.

Well, there happened to be a bad snow storm that evening and the pizza did not arrive when it should have. Nor did it arrive ten minutes later than it should have. Nor twenty minutes later. So I picked up the phone and hit redial. They were the last place I called. I inquired ever so politely about my late pizza. They told me soon soon, pizza coming soon. Okay. So I hung up, paced some more. Kids were cranky, hungry, tired. I was cranky, hungry, tired. Twenty more minutes went by. I picked up the phone and hit redial again to inquire again about my pizza. They promised me it was coming. Five minutes, they said. Five minutes. Well, this repeated itself several times and after an hour and a half of pacing and hitting redial and trying to calm the whining kids, I decided to give up on this AWOL pizza. I needed a pizza ASAP and I couldn't count on this pizza-shop anymore. They had let me down. Terribly.

I looked up the number of a closer pizza-shop and called them up to order a pizza. "I need it ASAP!" I said. "No problem, Mrs. CB. It will be there soon."

Phew. I hung up and told dh that I'd finally given up on the first pizza-shop and ordered from a closer place. He reminded me to call the first place and cancel the order. Oops. I'd forgotten to do that. You have to understand. After all that pacing and waiting and calling and trying to calm the kids, I was a wee bit stressed and a way huge bit hungry and not thinking too clearly. Good thing he reminded me.

So I picked up the phone and hit redial and said, "Hi. This is Mrs. CB. I'm going to have to cancel my order. It's taking way too long to get here and I just can't wait anymore."

There was a slight pause before his exasperated (and a bit indignant) reply. "But Mrs. CB! You only ordered it one minute ago! I can't possibly get it there in less than a minute."

HUH? Oops. Er, yeah. Redial.

"OH! Sorry! No! No! No! I don't want to cancel the order. I made a mistake! Forget it! No, I mean, don't forget it! Send it quick!"

Okay. Now you now why every time I see this man, I die of embarrassment. He probably thinks I'm nuts.