Which half of the pizza is the left half?

I’m not sure what it is, but weird things always seem to happen to me. I’m sure everyone feels this way at times, but I feel this way just about every day.

For example, I can be traveling in another town, waaaaay away from where I live, and there’s a good chance I’ll run into someone I know. And often when traveling, I’ll find strangers talking to me about just about any subject. Of course, I’m often the one who starts these conversations, but that’s beside the point . . .

And I have strange experiences when I go out or deal with businesses.

For example, recently I was ordering a pizza from Dominoes over the phone. I was ordering one of their Veggie Lovers (On a side note, I tried this pizza recently for the first time, and thought it was about the best pizza they make. I would recommend trying one if you haven’t already. However, I like to add pepperoni or Canadian bacon.)

Anyway, I was trying to order one topping on just half of the pizza. That’s when the employee asked me, “Do you want that on the left half?”

Uh? What the . . . ?

No kidding, though. That’s what they asked me. I thought I had misunderstood, and asked him to repeat the question.

“Do you want that on the left half?”

I really didn’t know that a pizza had a defined left and right side. I just thought it was a circle.

Heck! To be honest, I had never given it ANY thought before that point. Why would I?

I couldn’t believe it. What do you say to that? So I just said sure, that would be fine.

I’m not sure what it is about me and pizza places. Less than a week ago, me, my son, and his grandmother went to Pizza Hut and ordered two large pizzas. It wasn’t that we were hungry, but my son only likes pepperoni, and we wanted supreme.

So with more than a whole pizza left over, I asked our waitress (who was doing a great job as the only waitress and seven tables to take care of) to bring us a box.

A few moments later, she returned, awkwardly carrying an armload of little bitty boxes. I asked her if we could just have one big box. Sorry, she said. If she gave those out, she would get in trouble. Well, I didn’t want to get her in trouble, but it wasn’t much fun trying to leave Pizza Hut trying to balance six small boxes of pizza. This was our second experience with a slew of little boxes from Pizza Hut. The first experience was recorded for all time by my son in a recent blog: https://holdingtogetherthejello.com/2013/09/02/my-son-guest-blogger-the-story-of-pizza-hut-and-1000-boxes/

But that’s beside the point. Going back to the Dominoes experience, I thought the best thing to do was to take advantage of the situation. I figured what I would do was, I’d go down to pick up my pizza, open the box, rotate the pizza, and then complain that they had put the extra topping on the wrong side . . .