The Day My Stomach Growled for Pizza
It was a Tuesday. A dreary, drizzly Tuesday that screamed for comfort food. My stomach rumbled, my soul craved pepperoni, and I knew it was time to surrender to the siren song of delivery pizza.
Little did I know, this simple act of culinary desire would plunge me headfirst into a comedy of errors worthy of a Shakespearean farce, except instead of mistaken identities, we have a misplaced digit and an unhealthy obsession with extra cheese.
Dialing into Disaster: A Pizza Ordering Mishap
I whipped out my phone, the familiar number for “Tony’s Pizza Paradise” already queued up. My finger hovered over the call button, anticipation bubbling in my stomach. One ring…two rings…then a chipper voice answered:
“Thank you for calling “Sing-a-Song Surprise Grams! How can we make someone’s day extra melodic?”
My eyebrows shot up faster than a rocket on the Fourth of July. Did I misdial? Was this some new pizza-themed karaoke service? Before my brain could catch up, my mouth blurted out the first thing that came to mind:
“Um…yes, hi. I’d like to order a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese?”
Silence. Then, a giggle. A full-blown, delighted giggle.
“Oh, honey, you’ve got the wrong number! But that’s the cutest thing I’ve heard all day! Tell you what, for a limited time, we’re offering a special on singing telegrams with a pizza delivery theme! It’s the perfect way to say ‘I’m sorry you’re hungry,’ or ‘Let’s eat!'”
