It was an ordinary day. Suppertime and Carol and I weren't really hungry. We talked it over and decided we would just get a piece of pizza at a neighborhood pizza shop known as Caruso's. We buy pieces of pizza there frequently and know most of the cooks and waitstaff that work at the pizza store which is about a block away from our home. Carol always calls and places the order for two large slices of cheese pizza. Their large pizzas are very big, so one piece is just the right amount of food to satisfy each of us. After placing the order we are always given a number to give at checkout to get the correct order. Alway works out perfect. Always! Well, today Carol was busy so I placed the order. Told the fellow who answered the phone that I wanted two pieces of large cheese. I assumed that was all I needed to do to place the order. The fellow said they would be ready in 15 minutes and gave me what I thought was the pick-up number of 2298. I waited about 10 minutes then hopped in the car and headed down the street to pickup the 2 pieces of large pizza. Place had a few people waiting at the counter, but in about 5 minutes I stepped to the front of the line and handed the manager the paper I had written 2298 on. I told him that was the number he had given me when I called a few minutes ago. I think he wasn't sure at first about the number, but then he got a smile on his face, walked over to the big oven and pulled two large cheese pizza boxes off the top of the oven. Sat them in from of me and said, "That will be $22.98." I sort of laughed and said, "That's not my order!" He replied, "You just called and told me you wanted two large cheese pizzas, didn't you? I gave you the price for the two and you said you'd be right over." Now, I guess I should have told him I wanted two SLICES of cheese pizza instead of two pieces. Luckily I stop at the place often and know just about everyone in the place, so he said, "You should have said two slices and not two pieces. I thought you said you wanted two pizzas! Didn't you wonder why I gave you the number 2298, which was the price?" Lucky for me, the guy was the manager and he recognized me right away when I walked in...so he said, "How about you take just one of them and I'll only charge you $11.49?" I thought for a few seconds and after realizing that they always take good care of Carol and I, I agreed to take only one of the pizzas. I'm sure he sold the other one within the next five minutes anyway. Paid him and when I went to leave with the one large pizza he said, "Next time tell your wife to call in the order!" I smiled and promised him I would. Walked in the door when I got home and Carol asked me why he put the two slices in such a big box. I had to tell her my mistake and that I agreed to take one of the two big pizzas. Wasn't long before our daughter-in-law called to see how we were doing and Carol asked if our grandson would like six big slices of pizza. Caden is a few inches taller than 6 feet and weighs close to 225 so we were positive he would eat the rest of the pizza. He appreciated us calling and I'm sure he had no trouble finishing the rest of the pizza. And, from now on, my wife will order the pizza! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
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