And you're hungry too.
Okay, you're always hungry.
Anyway, somehow, in manner of Freedom Fighter in 1947, despite your oh-so-many injuries (just because you can't see it doesn't mean its not there. The cast of Twilight and Paris Hilton are known exceptions to this rule) you crawl all the way to the lobby of your stupid building.
Guess who's in the elevator with you?
If you guessed "fart man" or "nosey guy" or the "forever talker" or similar, you're wrong.
Its worse.
Much, much worse.
Its the Pizza Delivery Guy.
And he has more than one large, smells-like-heaven pizza.
And yes, your next door neighbours ordered it.
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