You: the guy who answers the phone at cottage inn pizza.
Me: Hungry and stoned out of my gourd.
I called you from my cell phone but had completely forgot who I was calling by the time you answered the phone. Of course, you were also baked to bajeezus and forgot to tell me that I had called Cottage Inn.
When you answered and said, “Whatsup?” I thought about it, and after a 20 second pause I told you that was hungry. You suggested I try a pizza, and I agreed that it was probably a good idea.
Then I asked you if you sold pizza and you said that you could make me one. I said I wanted anchovies and something else on my pizza. You asked me what that something else was.
We spent five minutes listing toppings until we figured out that I was trying to remember how to say: “Sun dried Tomatoes.” When you said: “We'll bake that right up for you,” we both started laughing uncontrollably.
It was the best pizza I ever had; I just wanted to thank you for helping me out.
5 comments:
Why doesn't cool shit like this ever happen to me?
You don't eat enough pizza.
I JUST HAD SOME PIZZA FOR LUNCH IT WAS PRETTY GOOD
Years ago when I worked at a pizza place we had the bright idea to ask any customers that came in with bloodshot eyes if they would like to trade what they had for free beer, size upgrades, etc. We would always score at least a dime.
i use to deliver pizzas in college and i was ALWAYS stoned. if pizza-place workers aren't stoned, then why are they working in a pizza place?
thanks for including the photo of me.
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