The best kind of pizza is free!

The other day, I DID NOT feel like making dinner, so I ordered a pizza and packed the kids up in the car to go pick it up.  It was supposed to be a 10 minute affair.  This particular pizza place does not deliver to my house but it is the kind my kids love so I know they're gonna eat it!

BG claims to like pepperoni but she doesn't really, and Buddy, well, he doesn't even eat the cheese... so I ordered half cheese, half pepperoni.  Easy enough right?

When we got there, the pizza was already to go.  Perfect!  I pulled out my card to pay.  As the guy was ringing it up, Buddy noticed it was pizza and started yelling, peeeezah, peeeezah!  Yes Yes I told him.  We can eat it when we get home.  But then BG started in on it, so I thought that seeing the pizza inside the box would calm them down a bit.  Mind you, normally I would never open the box until we got home.  I don't know why, but I just don't think to do that there.  I opened the box.  Inside was a whole pie, covered with pepperoni.

As soon as BG saw that she twisted up her face and said, "I don't like pepperoni!"  She started wringing her hands.  Buddy just kept pointing and saying, peeeezah, peeeezah (aka, feed me, feed me already)!!

I looked at the guy and I said, "I'm sorry, I ordered half pizza, half pepperoni."

The guy looked over at BG and in his best voice said to me, no problem.  Then he turned his head and yelled to someone in the back.  We'll make a new one, he said, just a few minutes (yeah right, I know how long it takes to cook a pizza!).  But he was so nice, I couldn't be mad at him.  It was an honest mistake.  What else could we do?

Argh, so I signed the receipt and we walked outside to roam the strip mall until our pizza was ready.  The kids were already hungry and had started to get whinny on the car ride there.  I was not happy we had to wait an extra 10 minutes.  But it was that or take the offensive pepperoni pizza home!  So, we waited.

When we went back to get our pizza, the guy opened the box to show us (BG) that it was half cheese, half pepperoni.  She beamed with approval.  As I picked up the pizza to go, he pulled out the "other" pizza from under the counter and asked me if I wanted to take it.  Sure, of course! I said. 

And that is how we got a free pizza.  Had I known, I would've asked them to make the second one cheese only because when we got home BG ate three slices and Buddy ate two.  There were only four slices of cheese in the pie which means I had to pick off pepperoni to give them another slice anyway.  Crazy, crazy...