Cubby Story Time – Saturday July 14, 2018

Today was interesting…

Started off amazing with our awesome Jackbox stream on Twitch, co-hosted with my buddy Chuck (chuckaw1977 on Twitch). I needed that today! So many laughs, tears, and Trump jokes…

A half hour after the stream ends, the storm hit so hard it knocked out the power while I was in the bathroom. Scared the crap out of me. The power company actually sent me a text telling me my power is out. No kidding?

An hour or so later, power comes back on. Happy dance. Tonight was game night with a great group of friends. If you have never played the card game “What Do You Meme?” you are missing out on life! It’s kind of like Cards Against Humanity but with pictures.

Now that you have read the prologue, here is what you have been waiting for. We had placed an order for pizza right before we started the game. This was 9:45 pm. At 10:43 pm the pizza delivery driver calls me to let me know she was at the house, so I ran downstairs to pay for the pizza. She wasn’t there.

I looked around, didn’t see any cars on the street or on the next block. I tried calling her back but no answer. About five minutes later she calls back saying she’s at my door and asked where I was. Obviously she just woke some random family up at 11 pm at night. How she didn’t get shot is beyond me.

I stay on the phone with her for 10 minutes directing her up and down streets. I have confirmed my address down to the zip code multiple times. I even walk out to the end of the street to try to flag her down if I see her. She starts getting huffy at me, blaming me for her not being able to find my house and that I need to meet her somewhere.

Seriously? Are you freaking kidding me? I have to get in my car to meet you some where even though I ordered delivery?

I told her to go to the convenience store close to the house so I could direct her since I can see it from my porch. She went to put it in her GPS when she realized, SHE WAS IN THE WRONG TOWN! We have two towns with somewhat similar names as in they both end in “Ville”. She was in the wrong one this whole time. So she tells me that she will be on her way and should be there in 10-15 minutes. This pizza is gonna be so fresh.

At this point, everyone has forgotten all about the game and is downstairs trying to find out where dinner is. We end up calling the store who said they would call the driver to come back and they would have someone else deliver a fresh order. Ten minutes later, the pizza delivery girl shows up. Apparently, someone forgot to call her to tell her what was going on.

After explaining to her what happened, she left and we went back to playing the game. At midnight the food finally arrived. Y’all not gonna believe this but it was the same girl. There was definitely spit on this pizza, and that’s if we’re lucky.

She was not happy about having to come back, but at least she found it this time. I was nothing but polite to her and was even going to give her a $20 tip for everything she did, especially since the pizzas were free. That was until she opened the pizza bag up in my face and said “Here you go.” She just stared at me…

I know I had the deer in the headlights look on my face. I have never been told to grab the food from inside the bag. Is that even allowed? I thought that was like asking to touch a cop’s gun. “Here you go,” she repeated.

Three pizzas, an order of garlic knots, and a bowl of wings were crammed into this pizza bag. I ended up having to take everything out one by one because she refused to touch the food. She just held the bag open and stared at me, repeating “Here you go. Here you go. Here you go.”

Needless to say, she didn’t get that $20 tip.

I’m pretty sure they didn’t remake the pizzas by the way…

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