Odd Jobs
John smiled, lifting the phone and placing the call to Otto Octavius Pizzeria. Their motto, "Ten seconds, or it's free!" appealed to him.
"Hello? This is OOP." A friendly female voice answered.
He smiled. "Hi, I'd like…"
There was a knock at his door. He called, "Hold on one sec. Someone's at the door." He walked over, holding the phone, to see a tall, slender, white-haired man in a uniform outside, holding a pizza box and speaking rapidly.
"Hi sorry I took so long here's your pizza total $15.95 tips appreciated you can hang up now."
John hung up, flabbergasted. "What the …?"
The man thrust the pizza at him. "Just the way you like it according to Jean our operator it's what you order every time you were thinking of ordering a couple of two-liters but then you remembered you have some beer still from that party oh and you decided against the beer nuggets because you think they'd make you fat and they would and then you'd never be able to impress that girl in the fifth row."
John tried to absorb all of this as it came whirling out at breakneck speed. "Uh … uh …"
"$15.95 tips appreciated I really need to get going."
Dumbly, John offered him a twenty dollar bill. Almost before it disappeared, he found the box deposited in his hands, and then in a blur of motion the delivery boy was gone.
"Damn! I didn't check to see if that was ten seconds or not!" Ruefully, John took the pizza over to the couch and plopped down, checking to see if the WWE was running their Marathon of Pain yet. Absently, he wondered if it was worth it to get up and retrieve those beers from the fridge, the ones he'd forgotten about till the delivery boy reminded him he had them. He set the box aside, pushing himself up, realizing yeah, it probably was worth it and he'd probably drink all of them before the night was over. He needed them.
