Okay, so I posted the edited version of this story in the online community at work, but I thought I'd elaborate a little here.
It began around 9:30 this morning when all of the sudden I realized I had a coupon for a $0.25 pizza - yes that's right a Twenty-five cent pizza, from Papa Johns. I decided immediately to capitalize on the opportunity to be an extortionist and get my co-workers to pay for the Large pizza that had to be purchased in order to get the $0.25 pizza deal. Well, they jumped on the band wagon and all pitched in and we got ourselves an online order placed before the clock struck 10:00. I scheduled a pick up at 12:00 and thought everything was peachy...started salivating for the garlic sauce before I'd even eaten my breakfast! Then came the voice from the cubicle...'hope you didn't order that pizza during our meeting...' I DIDN'T order the pizza to be picked up during the scheduled meeting - the meeting is from 10:30 - 11:30. I was, however, held hostage in the said meeting until 12:00! After executing a prison break, I was off for the pizza which I drove like a mad woman to return to the office. By the time I got it back, it was beyond cold and the breadsticks were the wrong kind....I'll save you the carnage incurred by my wrath because of this. Needless to say, I did NOT share my pizza with the voice in the cubicle! Moral of the story: DON'T step on the Garlic sauce!!
It began around 9:30 this morning when all of the sudden I realized I had a coupon for a $0.25 pizza - yes that's right a Twenty-five cent pizza, from Papa Johns. I decided immediately to capitalize on the opportunity to be an extortionist and get my co-workers to pay for the Large pizza that had to be purchased in order to get the $0.25 pizza deal. Well, they jumped on the band wagon and all pitched in and we got ourselves an online order placed before the clock struck 10:00. I scheduled a pick up at 12:00 and thought everything was peachy...started salivating for the garlic sauce before I'd even eaten my breakfast! Then came the voice from the cubicle...'hope you didn't order that pizza during our meeting...' I DIDN'T order the pizza to be picked up during the scheduled meeting - the meeting is from 10:30 - 11:30. I was, however, held hostage in the said meeting until 12:00! After executing a prison break, I was off for the pizza which I drove like a mad woman to return to the office. By the time I got it back, it was beyond cold and the breadsticks were the wrong kind....I'll save you the carnage incurred by my wrath because of this. Needless to say, I did NOT share my pizza with the voice in the cubicle! Moral of the story: DON'T step on the Garlic sauce!!
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