Pizza for dinner sounds quite yummy. Ok, I’m ordering pizza. Brb.
Ugh. China. I call for take out, but I don’t have a menu, so I’m like “well,this is what I want on the pizza and I believe it’s called ‘le monde’ or something like that. It has the following ingredients.” So of course, the guy says that he’s not familiar with the menu, so I should stop by the restaurant and order it there. I tell him that his idea sortof defeats the whole purpose of ‘take out’. He agrees and again suggests that I stop by the restaurant and order there.
I’m torn, I want pizza, but I very greatly don’t want to leave my apartment, order a pizza, wait for said pizza and then go back to my apartment. CHina! Why must you berate me so!?
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