Grumbling tums make the pizza come every time. Scope this scene:
It’s late at night, clock clicking past three in the morning, you and your friends are laying on a torn, potato chip crumb covered couch, sporting big grins, slack jaws, droopy eyes, and sweaty T-shirts. You’re half-awake but fully-hungry, half-cooked but not fully done, half-exhausted but fully up for ordering a giant, hot and steamy, late night pizza pie.
Someone suggests it and everybody wants it. And then it’s all over.
First you start picturing burning hot mozzarella sliding around on slippery tomato sauce. You dream of wet and glistening pepperoni, the corners black and crispy, little grease puddles laying in the folds. And you know, you just know, that pizza will taste delicious. Because how can it not?
See, we all know this ain’t your 6pm Dinner Order, where toppings are debated, phone numbers are looked up, and the table is set for dinner, complete with triangle-folded paper towels and a giant 2L bottle of Coke centerpiece.
No, this is the Late Night Scarf-It-And-Sleep Order. This is the one your doctor warned you about. This is the one that took out Grandpa. Yeah, this is the big ball of dough that sponges up everything else in your belly. It’s the only cure for rapid outbreaks of the Midnight Munchies, that empty, raw, growling feeling your gut gives you when it’s tired and confused and suddenly wants breakfast.
The Scarf-It-And-Sleep generally consists of somebody dialing whatever number is in their cell phone, ordering a plain cheese or pepperoni pizza without asking anybody else, and then just throwing it on their credit card because they can’t be bothered to collect five bucks from everybody sitting around playing Nintendo.
The only issue with the Scarf-It-And-Sleep is that even in the middle of the night you get told what you always get told. “That’ll be 45 minutes to an hour,” they say. And brother, you know and I know that you don’t want to be waiting an hour for pizza at three in the morning. Somebody might just crack and drink a bottle of salad dressing or eat a chunk of butter the size of a deck of cards, man. It’s a tense scene.
And that’s why it’s great when, once in a while, you get that surprise really, really early pizza delivery. When twelve minutes after you place your order, the doorbell rings and wham-bam, thank you gram, it’s here and it’s hot and it’s time to toss that greasy square of hot cardboard on the floor and just rip right into it like a pack of hungry of lions around a dead zebra.
So this one goes out to the pizza chains that surprise us with an early delivery once in a while. Thanks for filling our bellies with your greasy goodness just in time for bed.
AWESOME!
“This is the one that took out Grandpa.”
That’s such a delightfully evil way to describe it…
Bravo!!!!!! I AB-SOL-UTELY LOVED READING YOUR ARTICLE!!!! ditto ditto ditto being screamed from valley village, ca!
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When I KNOW that we are going to have pizza for dinner, I like to order it online before I leave work. I can usually pick the time for it to arrive or it comes shortly after we get home. Its perfect.
When pizza is a spur of the moment kind of thing…mostly because I don’t feel like cooking and ordering pizza is hubby’s way of cooking… when they say 45 mins to an hour and it comes in 20-30 mins, that means a lot to little hungry kids.
Damnit, it’s half past midnight here and now I want pizza! It’s your fault, Neil.
When I was young I saw pizza like road kill and refused to eat it! In junior high home-ec cooking class, I went Gary Larson, Way out there, Far-Side on my class-mates and got a detention. I was 17 before I discovered pizza and it was only b/c I made it from the Kraft pizza mix box- tomatoe, spices and sprinkled cheese, awesome. It was much later before I went wild, ate pizza toppings and beagn to love it! Then about ten years ago, I started to blow up like a pillsbury dough girl and was forced to stop eating it. Very recently I discovered gluten free crust and I was like, “When the moon meets the sky like a big pizza pie, that’s amoure…” Now you brought up the image of zebra in a heap under shredding pack of lions and I’m back to square one! Me and pizza, like a bad relationship, on and off again. Arghhh! But if I’m ever lonely…..;)
Wait a minutes, are you saying there are places that deliver pizza at 3AM? WHERE?! :D
Max want pizza.
Bon appetit … lions :)
Soul.