I was looking forward to my pizza date tonight.
Tyler and I went to the big city of Stratford this afternoon, because he wanted to get a few things that were on sale at Canadian Tire. I only went because he promised me pizza from Pizza Pizza.
Our dogs came with us, because they've been alone a lot lately (DANG November has been busy! And yes I said dang!) and they were pretty good, laying down in the back of the truck. When we went into the store Lucy was very naughty and jumped into the front seat... Brady was good and stayed in the back. Of course I gloated; my dog was an angel, his dog was a little bit devilish..
We were done shopping, and so we went to go to Pizza Pizza. If you don't know Stratford, and if you don't know where the Pizza Pizza is in Stratford, then you don't know what a pain in the bum it is to find a parking spot there. It is difficult. But there were a zillion spaces free, and we got one only twenty feet away from the restaurant.
We walked in, and I went up to the counter to speak to the friendly Indian man. I gave him a brilliant smile (like I always do), and ordered two gluten-free pizzas.
"So sorry, we are out of the gluten free." He said to me, unaware of how his words were to my heart like a huge chubby hippo slowly laying down upon my paralyzed body, ignoring my wretched cries.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed.
Not really.... I smiled again, said something like "Oh, it's popular?" watching him smile and nod his head.
"Yes, very poopilar, I am out of the gluten-free, I will have more tomorrow morning."
Yeah well, I won't be IN Stratford tomorrow morning! Don't you know that, friendly Indian guy??
I said "Thanks anyways!" and walked out, though what I really wanted to do was throw a temper tantrum right then and there. I'm pretty good at those, but I do have a little bit of self-restraint in public places.
Tyler and I were both extremely disappointed. We were very hungry, and we had no supper prepared waiting for us at home.
So we went to McDonalds.
That place sucks. I hate it. Especially since I was looking forward to having Pizza Pizza pizza.
I'm going to go hold my stomach and try to digest some of the cardboard - I mean, food that I was forced to consume tonight. I swear, I'll never eat at Mickey D's again.
That's what I always say, though......