Quick, Order a Pizza!

I live on a fairly busy road.  Busy enough that it almost seems more private because people seem to be in a hurry.

I thought when I moved in here that it would be easy since it’s a main throughway for the city, but I quickly realized when ordering a pizza, that’s not the case.

It is comical watching the pizza delivery guys trying to find the house.  I don’t make it any easier for them though ~ I don’t have my address on the house.  I have it on a slate at the end of the drive, but they seem to overlook it.  That is their fault, not mine.

One icy night, me and the girls (I had 2 international students here at the time) ordered our favorite delivery, Marcos Pizza.  Complete with cheesy bread. We were like little kids waiting at the window for the pizza delivery guy.  THERE HE IS! …and there he goes… We ended up calling the place after we saw him drive by like 6 times.  We were laughing hysterically at first.  We were even flashing the flood light off and on in hopes that it would be a guiding light, a beacon; to no avail.  Then, it just got ridiculous.  The kid ended up calling us with a total attitude,

“Uh, this is Marcos.  I have been looking for your house. I am getting really annoyed.”

“Yeah, we are annoyed too.  We’ve seen you drive by like 6 times”

“We’ll if I can’t find you in the next 2 minutes, you aren’t getting your pizza”

What an ass.  Seriously, I am being punished because you can’t follow directions?  “9th house down from the cemeteries, on the left.  2 story, with lights flashing on and off as if to signal you…”  During this conversation, I ended up going out to the street “Yeah, you see the woman in the street waving her arm at you?  No? Ok, I am TWO HOUSES UP…in the MIDDLE of the street.  I am the only person STANDING in the street.  Dude, I can see you looking all around.  Look straight ahead.  There you go…yes.  See that person?  Yeah. That is me.”

It took over an hour to get the pizza. It was a disappointing pizza.

A couple of days ago, I started seeing construction signs planted on the side of my street.  They are spread out about a mile, but the funny thing is that there is one lone traffic cone.  This lone traffic cone just happens to be right at my driveway.  I am feeling inspired to call & order a pizza so, for once, they can clearly identify my house “Yeah, turn left at the traffic cone.”