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Night life in New York City.
Would you believe last night I had a pizza delivered to my apartment?
Would you believe it if I told you that the receipt had my apartment number on it?
Would you still believe it if I said it came after I'd showered, brushed my teeth, and gone to bed, because I never placed a pizza order?
The guy came up, rang my doorbell, and I answered in pajamas. He showed me the receipt, and yes, it was there, and no, I didn't call it in or place an online order. My best guess is the address got mixed up at the restaurant and was sent out to the wrong apartment.
That, or it was a bad prank gone wrong, because I apologized to him, sent him on his way with the pizza, closed the door, and went back to bed.
(Fun as it would have been to accept the pizza, the moment I asked what was on it, I'd be obligated to accept it no matter the answer, and I'm adult enough I can buy my own pizza.)
Would you believe it if I told you that the receipt had my apartment number on it?
Would you still believe it if I said it came after I'd showered, brushed my teeth, and gone to bed, because I never placed a pizza order?
The guy came up, rang my doorbell, and I answered in pajamas. He showed me the receipt, and yes, it was there, and no, I didn't call it in or place an online order. My best guess is the address got mixed up at the restaurant and was sent out to the wrong apartment.
That, or it was a bad prank gone wrong, because I apologized to him, sent him on his way with the pizza, closed the door, and went back to bed.
(Fun as it would have been to accept the pizza, the moment I asked what was on it, I'd be obligated to accept it no matter the answer, and I'm adult enough I can buy my own pizza.)