He Needs To Be More Independent, No Bones About It

Caller: “Could I get like… hmm… whatchu’callit… boneless pizza?”

Me: “Uh… pretty sure all our pizzas are boneless.”

There’s a scramble on the other side of the call, and someone else takes over.

Caller’s Wife: “Sorry about my husband. He’s asking if you do crustless pizza.”

Me: “Uh… we bake them with crusts, but we could cut them off for you if you like?”

Caller’s Wife: “It’s not for me; it’s for my husband. Normally, I cut the crusts off for him, but I’m about to head out for girls’ night, so he’s ordering a pizza for himself. And before your mind wanders in that direction, he’s perfectly capable; he’s just lazy. I’m going to pass the phone back to him now.”

The guy takes over and asks for his ‘boneless pizza.’