Don’t Worry; Pizza Makes Everything Better

(I’m the dopey customer. I ordered a pizza and soda for lunch — nothing unusual so far. I see the driver pull up, so I go to the door and open it so he doesn’t have to ring or knock. I keep trying to take the thermal bag from him, not grabbing it, just holding my hands out toward it. He’s trying to hand me the soda, and then the penny drops.)

Me: “You give me the soda, and then a box comes out of there?”

Driver: “Long day?”

Me: “Yes.”

Driver: “Hopefully the pizza makes it better.”