emergency olive shortage
My roomates and I decided we needed a pizza tonight – a must for fridays, if you ask me. So we call the local joint, Tony’s. The newest roomate is from Michigan and likes hawaiian pizza (to my horror). Thankfully we decide on something totally different, half mushrooms, half black olives. I order, give my phone number and my name. About 5 minutes later, I see I missed a call, and I have a text message. The text reads: “Call Tony’s. NO OLIVES!!!” Since when have pizza places started texting? Pretty nice, and I got a good laugh out of it.