Tuesday, January 18, 2011

What color you reckon this gal's hair is?

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So, to set this up, #2 son is going back to finish college after a lengthy hiatus.  For income, he is delivering for Pizza Hut part time.


BTW, if you have a youngster in your crowd that needs to make some good money on limited hours, encourage the pizza delivery biz.  I'll swear, the dude can bring down as much as $20 an hour some nights...never less than $15 per.  Seriously, it beats the crud out of flipping burgers.


Anyway, yesterday morning he says to me, "Okay Dad, pop quiz here.  How many hours would you say is in 120 minutes?"  To which I answered (wondering if this was a trick question), "Two?"  


Then he tells me the story.  "Last night we were slammed with business.  And, we were short of drivers.  So, the order takers were advising delivery times of 120 minutes.  My last delivery of the night was to one of those exclusive gated communities north of town.  (He told me which one, and trust me, it's high dollar real estate).  I had to call the lady on my cell phone to get the code to open the gate.  Well, I made the delivery and headed back to the store.  On the way back, I got a text from the lady on my cell phone.  I guess she thought she was texting the store."


Then he showed me the text on his phone.  "You just delivered my pizza.  You said it would be 120 minutes, but it ended up taking two hours."


Seriously, that's what it said.  So, I'm wondering how such an idiot ended up living in a million dollar neighborhood. 


I'm thinking stunning blonde...

17 comments:

  1. I'm thinking stunning blonde... with big tits.

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  2. Nyuk! Deb, I figured somebody would go there...and I shoulda figured it would be you...

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  3. Clearly a trophy wife with daylight between her ears...

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  4. Metric minutes. They are so confusing.

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  5. Hey! The comments are as good as the post! Deb is leading, but it's too early to tell who'll win the thread...

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  6. Trophy wife came to mind...but Dadman beat me to it.

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  7. I am just curious how ANYONE came up with the term, "Trophy Wife."

    Hey, it is like a real wife only trophier!!!

    Trust me, I am settling for an ironing wife.

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  8. Giggling out loud...metric minutes...ironing wife...

    Jeepers, I can't shut it off...

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  9. Your son could have totally shorted her out by responding, "Yes, Ma'am, the first 120 minutes is on us, the second 2 hours is free".

    She'd still be standing at the door, waiting for her freebie...

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  10. A trophy wife is just something that you rub and buff on occasion...

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  11. Bwahahahahahaha! Using it, Dadman.

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  12. Ya, trillionarres can be like that sometimes.

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  13. LOL. I was a pizza guy for a few years early on in life. Had some housewives hit on me, and had one young sunbather lift her bikini top expecting to get free pizza... I gave her $2 off. "You only showed me two things!" Good times...

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  14. This post made me chuckle. I experience the same phenomena several times a day.

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Don't cuss nobody out, okay?