Waiting for Pizza

Waiting for Pizza

We had a snow storm last Thursday.  Mrs. Cranky did not have work and did not feel like going out or cooking.  We ordered takeout pizza for dinner.  

Mmmm pizza!  

Jersey pizza!  

Made by a real Italian named Sal, not some mid-west cardboard crap pizza that is guaranteed delivered in 20 minutes, and not just pizza, but pizza with sausage and mushroom.

We ordered the pizza at 6:00 and I was hungry.  It generally takes about 30 minutes for delivery.  At 6:30 I was starving…hey, I’m old.  At 6:45 I suggested we call.  I was told to give it 10 more minutes.  Ten minutes later Mrs. C was as hungry as I was and she called.  She was told “You’re the next one out.”

Apparently we were not the only ones who did not want to go out in the snow or stay in and cook.  Should be only 15 more minutes.

Fifteen minutes later I was ready to chew on my arm. 

“What was that, the front door?”

“It’s just the wind.”

“This is torture, I’m starving.”

“Just hang on, I’m sure you’ll survive.”

The problem is, waiting for food doubles your hunger.  Waiting for pizza, pizza with sausage and mushrooms doubles the normal already doubled hunger.  This was fourple hunger (double squared.)

Ding Dong!

Finally; I threw myself to the front door, paid the delivery dude and floated back to the table on pizza fumes.  I poured myself a glass or red wine and grabbed my first slice. 

Apparently, the delivery guy got lost and that is why it took so long.   The pizza was cold and the normally soft crust was now crisp.  Thirty seconds in the microwave and it was warm and the crust was soft again, but re-heated pizza is never as good as right out of the oven pizza.

Still, it was Jersey pizza with sausage and mushrooms, and I was fourply hungry.  It was warmed over, but still good…all four slices.