Last night while walking 1.5 miles home from the Empty Bottle in my horribly uncomfortable shoes (but super cute), I decided if I made it home without dying that I would treat myself to pizza metro. When I got home, I called and ordered 1/2 of a cheese pizza. They asked for my method of payment and I said cash, they still needed a credit card number. I picked up my Wegmans shopper card and read off the numbers and made up an expiration date. They said "You're not going to drunkenly pass out are you?" I said no.
The next think I knew, it was 5:30am and I woke up with my phone in one hand an 20 bucks in the other. I thought, those bastards never came. I looked at my phone and saw I had 7 missed calls from them. I went back to sleep.
I decided, on my walk home from work tonight, (I walk past Pizza metro) I'd stop in and pay for the pizza they made and tried to deliver to my apartment. However, I went to work today and within 5 mins of being there I got fired. Sorry pizza metro, now I have no money.
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