So I’m sitting here drinking my cuppa joe and for some reason I got up and looked in the fridge. “Hey! Pizza! Oh, yeah. I did have pizza last night.”
Nothing like a cold slice of pepperoni pizza in the morning! Except for pepperoni-and-anchovies pizza. Too bad I forgot to get anchovies. Still it was a good surprise on a Tuesday morning.
I had a similar experience when I went to work last night, forgot my lunch, and prepared for a stomach-growling evening…Only to find the 2 uneaten slices of pizza I had left the night before.
This seems like an appropriate place to share my tale of the Pizza Hut NFL XL deal.
The first week that I decided to take advantage of this offer (single topping extra large pizza, 2 liter Coke, $9.99, available Sun/Mon only) I ordered it Sunday whilst watching the afternoon’s slate of football games, in preparation for Sunday Night Football on ESPN. I ate half the pie and stuck the rest in the fridge, planning to eat it for breakfast and dinner the following day. But Monday night I decided I’d order it again since it’s such a good deal.
So on Sunday I had fresh pizza, on Monday I had fresh pizza, on Tuesday I had Sunday’s leftovers, and Wednesday I had Monday’s leftovers. It was great.
I just walk down to The Coop to get my pizza. It’s only a block away. They know me when I tell them my name, and they wave whenever I drive by; but they don’t know me by voice yet.
Spit the guys at my local pizza delivery place not only knew me when I was a bachelor, I would just have to call, wait for them to pick up, and hear, “Figure about 20 minutes.”
I never changed my order during the four years I ordered pizza from them. Large pepperoni and onion with extra cheese. Mmm.
Went into Godfather’s a few years ago to order a pizza to take home. I was gonna order and then walk around for 15 minutes until it was done.
Except when I walked in, I heard the guys behind the counter say they had already made a pizza for somebody that ordered but then cancelled.
So I said “I’ll take it.”
So I had my pizza without having to wait.
Marine_One, I can do you one better: Once at my local bowling alley I approached the bar, about to order a pitcher of beer. But before I could speak, the woman behind the bar asked me “Hey. How about a pitcher of beer? On the house.”
White Lightning - yup, they had the caller ID. And every once in a while I’d have to call back if I wanted to add something to my order. I still thought it was kind of cool to be able to make a phone call, never have to say a word, and pizza appears! Probably the fact that I was a good tipper contributed to my excellent service.