Coming home from work I was too tired to stop anywhere for food. The rain was pouring, my cupboards were bare and my feet - they were sore. It was a long day of standing talking to people who pretended to be interested in Direct Care Work just so they can get a free pen. A free .49 pen.
So I came home and got in bed with my "I survived the Newsies Square Explosion" t-shirt and hopped on www.papajohns.com. Apparently, you really can order a pizza from the net and have it delivered - no cash needed.
That was 40 mins ago.
According to my email, my estimated delivery time is 35-45 minutes. They're cutting it close and I hope to find a red-pocket-carrying pizza man on my doorstep in the next few minutes or else - ah - let's face it - as an achey and crippled version of my former self the worst I can do is send a "Hey dudes! Where's my f'n pizza???" email in a snarky tone.
Oh! It's here!