The Catherinette Chronicles

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The Catherinette Chronicles

Damn(ino’s)

October 10th, 2008 · 4 Comments

There’s this big, well known chain that delivers pizza and is named after a game.  It’s been around for ages and ages, and I used to love them until I found out that they gave proceeds to pro-life foundations.  It’s literally been years since I’ve eaten a single slice of their pizza.  Tonight, I decided to bury my morals deep down and just order some meaty pepperoni pizza.  I’m hungry, I’ve had a long freaking day, and I just want some pizza.  So there I go, to their online ordering system and place my order!

How thrilled was I when they arrived about 20 minutes later with a box of melty goodness!  I went running to the table, threw open the box, and felt a tear trickle down my cheek.  What the hell is this?  I thought to myself.  Where is all the glorious pepperoni that I planned on eating? 

Not one single god damned slice.  What to do?  What to do?  Should I just suck it up and eat it?  Or should I call them to complain? 

Here’s the thing about cheese pizza: I hate it.  It’s freaking pointless to me.  Kind of like a sandwich with only mustard, lettuce and mayo.  Or perhaps cake without the frosting.  It’s just wrong and should be illegal. 

I decided to call to bitch them out.  Um…yeah, they insisted that they delivered what I had ordered.  “Oh no you did not!  I have my confirmation right here and it says PEPPERONI!!” 

Meanwhile, I was lying the whole time because I didn’t have it up in front of me.  So while I argued with the guy for 5 minutes, I pulled up my email confirmation.  There it was, right in front of my face: Large pizza with cheese and sauce.  What’s a hungry single girl to do? 

I looked at that confirmation and I said very clearly and slowly into the phone, “My confirmation says it right here: pepperoni.”  I lied!  Over something as stupid as freaking pepperoni!!  So of course he apologized profusely and they’re now making me another.  Sure, I bet they’re spitting on it and/or adding some secret sauce.  But you know what?  As long as there’s pepperoni on it, I don’t give a crap.

Oh!  I believe there’s a knock on my door…

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4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Sassy // Oct 11, 2008 at 1:27 pm

    Don’t you just love that you can watch the whole Dominos process online - order placed, item being made, baking, out the door, and voila’ delivery. I told the last delivery guy they should have hats that say “We’re damn fast.”

  • 2 Catherinette // Oct 11, 2008 at 5:26 pm

    That’s what she said.

    No, but seriously, girls really don’t like it when boys are that fast. Know what I mean?

  • 3 Nameless Blogger // Oct 13, 2008 at 4:33 pm

    I would have called to. I can’t eat just cheese pizza. I need the meat, the pepperoni.

  • 4 Catherinette // Oct 14, 2008 at 1:08 pm

    Cheese pizza is an abomination!

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