Well, my wife ordered a pizza last night and I heard her say "Hardy Boys", which is a pizza joint here in Burlington.
I vividly remember ordering a pizza from them about two years ago which took over an hour to get to our house, so I'd already given the kids an alternate dinner & turned the delivery guy away when he arrived. Later that evening the manager showed up at my house with a free pizza, which was very good, despite all the spit & other bodily fluids which were likely added.
So I asked her to ask how long it would be, they said 30 to 45 minutes. So I made a mental note to phone them at 9:25, in 52 minutes, because I was sure the pizza wouldn't be here yet. Guess what, I was right. When I phoned the guy I said 10 minutes & I'm cancelling. Our clock rolled over to 9:35, I gave it one more minute, 9:36, then got up to got to the phone, but then saw the pizza guy pull up in front of my house.
So I was wondering what to do, take the pizza one minute too late, past my self-imposed deadline, or tell him to go away. My stomache got the best of me and I pulled out my cash. But then he pulled out the order and it was totaly different. I yelled in to my wife to confirm. I was a little miffed & told him sternly to "Go away!. He was pleading his case to me that it's not his fault, that's what they gave him, etc. The poor guy was close to tears. The only tip he got from me was to tell the Hardy Boys to get off the pot.
We ordered from Gino's & it was here within half an hour.
 
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