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  • The Great Phone Number Mishap: Why I Can’t Order Pizza Without Using a Fake Name

    The Great Phone Number Mishap: Why I Can’t Order Pizza Without Using a Fake Name







    My Life as “Benedict Cumberbatch”: The Wrong Number That Started It All

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all had those days where we feel like we’re living in a sitcom. You know, the ones where you trip up the stairs, accidentally spill coffee on your white shirt, and then somehow manage to lock yourself out of your apartment – all before 9 am. But my friends, I’m here to tell you, sometimes life throws you a curveball so absurd, so unbelievably funny, that you can’t help but laugh (and then immediately write a blog post about it).

    It all started with a simple craving. It was a Friday night, I was exhausted from a long week, and all I wanted was a big, greasy, cheesy pizza. I’m talking extra pepperoni, extra mushrooms, extra everything. So, like any sane person would do, I grabbed my phone and dialed up my trusty local pizzeria.

    “Is This… Pigeon Rescue?”: A Wrong Number for the Books

    Now, here’s where things get interesting. Unbeknownst to me, I had accidentally typed in one wrong digit in the phone number. ONE. DIGIT. Little did I know, this tiny error would have hilarious and long-lasting consequences.

    The phone rang a couple of times before a very confused-sounding man answered. “Hello?” he said cautiously.

    “Hi there!” I chirped, completely oblivious. “I’d like to place an order for delivery, please. Can I get a large pepperoni pizza with extra mushroo–”

    “Hold on,” the man interrupted, his voice laced with bewilderment. “Is this… Pigeon Rescue?”

  • The Day My Inner Voice Became an Actual Person (and Why I Now Need a Restraining Order)

    The Day My Inner Voice Became an Actual Person (and Why I Now Need a Restraining Order)



    The Day My Inner Voice Became a Person (and Why I Need a Restraining Order)

    We all have that voice inside our heads, right? That little narrator who provides a running commentary on our lives, offering unsolicited advice, witty comebacks we think of too late, and a whole lot of judgment. Well, mine decided to become a corporeal being. And friends, let me tell you, it’s been absolute chaos ever since.

    “You Should Really Get More Fiber” – My Inner Voice, Now Personified

    It started innocently enough. I was at the grocery store, agonizing over which brand of almond butter was ethically sourced and wouldn’t break the bank (adulting is hard, okay?). Suddenly, I heard a voice say, “You know, peanut butter is cheaper and has more protein.”

    I assumed it was just another grocery store philosopher, because those seem to be everywhere these days. But when I turned around, there was…no one. Just then, the voice whispered in my ear, “And you should really get more fiber in your diet.”