Monday, November 21, 2005
this doesn't happen OR if the pizza guy can do it, anybody can
Brooke has a book full of coupons for local restaurants. BOGO, half off, $ amounts off, etc. We got $100 from rent.com (on a pre-paid Visa debit card) for using them to find our apartment. Put the two together, and you've got me and Brooke having a ball on zero money of our own. Probably the best deal in the coupon book is the Dominoes Pizza BOGO. Buy any large pizza and get a second of equal or lesser value for free. You know what that means: A pizza a piece. That's like 3 or 4 meals each for the price of one large pizza (paid for by rent.com). So we've been eating a lot pizza and making a lot of nights Blockbuster nights (we have coupons for them too).
Saturday night was just such a night. We swung by Dominoes to put in our order with Isaac, who took our order last weekend as well. Then we went to Blockbuster to pick up a movie ("Drop Dead Gorgeous"=hilarious...especially the "Don't Cry Out Loud" part. Watch it. You will pee.) before returning to the DP for our pies.
The topic of conversation for the evening was:
Saturday night was just such a night. We swung by Dominoes to put in our order with Isaac, who took our order last weekend as well. Then we went to Blockbuster to pick up a movie ("Drop Dead Gorgeous"=hilarious...especially the "Don't Cry Out Loud" part. Watch it. You will pee.) before returning to the DP for our pies.
The topic of conversation for the evening was:
Why don't boys ask us out? We're cute, fun, intelligent, snappy dressers. It just doesn't make sense. Do we put out a "don't bother" vibe?
We were perplexed. We got home, however, to find a little surprise in our pizza. Well...my pizza. Tucked inside the box was a little slip of paper from Isaac the pizza guy, folded in half. On the outside, it said, "For Elizabeth," which I can only assume he got from the rent.com Visa debit card because we've certainly never exchanged names, and if we had, I wouldn't have told him it was Elizabeth. I would have told him it was Carly or Jessica or something else not remotely related to my real name. Anywho, on the inside, it had his name, phone number and email address.
Excuse me? Right. This just doesn't happen. Not to me. Not unless it's Luis, the road construction worker or high guy on the subway who stands way too close to me as he compliments my eyes. Ok, so maybe this does happen to me. Maybe it happens a lot that complete strangers make lame attempts to hit on me. But maybe I'm not interested in them.
And maybe if the pizza guy has enough guts to make a move, anybody can do it.
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To quote you, "I'm okay with being a duck, I swear. I might be even more okay with being the goose. You'll know for sure if I get up out of the circle and start chasing you." Sounds to me like the pizza guy has just tagged you. Are you going to be the goose or did you have someone else in mind?
I'd already heard the story, so no comment I make will have any off-the-cuff spontaneity... even still, it's a ridiculously great story from the life of "Elizabeth."
Furthermore, I think the above comment from "you know who" (but I don't) brings up a good point. Ya gotta be the fox in a forest chase rather than a duck in duck-duck-goose game. I'm becoming more convinced of this hunting metaphor by the day. But here's something for the duck-duck-goose club:
http://www.randomshirts.com/
productinfo/duckduck.htm
Furthermore, I think the above comment from "you know who" (but I don't) brings up a good point. Ya gotta be the fox in a forest chase rather than a duck in duck-duck-goose game. I'm becoming more convinced of this hunting metaphor by the day. But here's something for the duck-duck-goose club:
http://www.randomshirts.com/
productinfo/duckduck.htm
Actually I don't know who. But Isaac didn't give us our extra sauce. That's really a deal breaker for me. And maybe I do have someone else in mind. Are you that someone? Or are you my mother?
haha--wow. bad enough worrying about guys messing with a girl's head--but her mom too?!?! where does the madness stop???
ps- i'm psyched about my Xmas present--i'm a medium (what? i am!)
ps- i'm psyched about my Xmas present--i'm a medium (what? i am!)
i LOVE it and i am so not surprised. you are one hot tomale!
now...that is how you ask a lady out. Put a note in the Pizza.
the good news is, you could get a lifetime supply of pizza. the bad news is,... well free pizza outweighs any bad news.