[ScorpioSquared]

Once upon a time my young children had bunch of friends over and they were having a great time playing games and such in our basement. I ordered a couple of pizzas and ran out to our neighborhood place to pick them up. The owner was the epitome of the Soup Nazi, having a well known reputation for surliness. He barked at me that no such order was called in. Not to be deterred and desperate to feed a boat load of kids I held my ground. The pizzas were produced the kids ate and enjoyed. I taxied some of the kids home when the time came and upon arriving back at our house my husband casually mentioned that a chain pizza store called and wanted to know when I was going to pick up my pizza order. I didn't do this once to the neighborhood pizza guy I did this twice! The second time he was in a better humor (knowing this lady is a dingbat we'll just do the order). After the second time I would have my son go in to the place and pick up our pizzas. I'm sure he had a picture of me in the back kitchen.