Pizza and Fireworks

On Monday we ordered our monthly pizza. It must have been a busy night, for it took more than an hour for our supper to arrive. Further to that, it must have been a busy night because the pizza arrived sans sauce. I didn’t even realize what was amiss at first because it still tasted pretty good, but Sue figured it out.

It took me until Friday to go in to see them about it. I had the verifying photos that Sue took to prove my point. He told me they don’t make pizzas without sauce unless I had ordered it that way. 

When I showed him the bill, he offered me a half-price pizza. I declined because I hadn’t received the pizza that I had ordered. I was willing to come away empty-handed rather than pay for more pizza.

He then said that he would make me a new pizza at no cost.

"Do you want it now?"

I didn’t really and asked if he could give me a coupon. He said they weren't set up for that, but that he would remember me when I called in. I doubted that, so I said that now would be fine.

Fifteen minutes later, I left with a hot pizza.

I thanked him. I said something like, “We all make mistakes, but you corrected yours."

At home, after pizza, I went back to my fireworks photos, which I have not been too thrilled with. I cropped this bunch  differently, much tighter, They are what they are, which is about as profound as this old fella can get. Unfortunately.