Pizza!

I got home from work today so tired and stressed out that even though I was hungry, I considered going straight to bed. So I did something I've never done before: ordered pizza and had it delivered. I found out that for folks who live in an apartment complex, this is a task left only to the bravest souls who don't mind talking to the pizza guy four times within a half an hour! Ten minutes after I ordered the pizza I received a phone call asking where I lived. I was sort of wondering if this was going to happen, but figured that, living in the age of technology, they could figure it out. I mean, they could've even mapquested it and gotten the play by play. So after I explained it to the guy on the phone, I hung up, turned away from the phone, and it rang again! This time it was someone else from the pizza place asking me where I lived! Immediately I sensed a severe lack of communication and told him I just spoke with someone and gave that person directions. Ten minutes later, the driver called me and asked me to direct him, as he was now in the parking lot. This baffles me, as I have had out of town friends find the complex without four phone calls. Thankfully, the pizza is tasting pretty decent. In conclusion, think multiple times before ordering pizza from an apartment complex!