Friday, June 29, 2007

Wanna pizza?

Well, you better damn well make it yourself. The Mrs. is out of town with her girlfriends. I just came in off the road. I'm hungry and see a Domino's ad on the tele. Just so happens we got a bunch of coupons in the mail. So being the high tech guy I am, I went to the Domino's web site to place an order. As Tony Soprano would say, fagetaboutit! Too much info to enter, the code for the pie I wanted wasn't valid, even though, as I just said, we just got it in the mail and it's good for another month. And, the price was $5 more than my wife paid (for the same thing) just a few days ago. I couldn't even e-mail a complaint because their web site is screwed up. I called the local store, but was on hold for too long. What a pain! So I did what every other retarded husband does. I called my wife in Alabama and she placed the order for me. Her friends thought that was hilarious. And he drives a truck? How does he get from one place to another? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fagetaboutit! After the delivery, I saw that we had a few frozen pies ready for the microwave. Go figure.