I was working at a pizzeria. It was hard when you couldn’t keep your customers happy with extra hard crust pizza. We were running low on normal crust pizza. Our oven wasn’t working properly, so the pizza turned extra hard. We need more money to buy a new one. But how are we supposed to do that with unhappy customers? We heard the bell ring. “About time we had a customer,” I said.
2 more people came in with ping pong paddles and a ball. “No playing in the pizzeria please,” I said, groaning.
“Who cares about rules?” the 2 people said.
They started playing. The customer looked at me. “Two pizza slices with holes in them, please.” the man said.
“Extra hard crust, can’t poke through it. And why would you need holes in them?” I said.
I held up the pizza slices. ” paying 30,000 bucks for it,” he replied.
I didn’t know what to do. This was our opportunity to get a new oven. But how would I make a hole in the pizza? Suddenly, someone shot a ping pong ball and it smashed through the kitchen window. The chef opened the oven and the ball went into the oven. After a moment it shot out and it was on fire. It went into the vent and popped up in front of me and burnt a hole in both slices of the pizza. “AWESOME!” the person said.
I couldn’t believe it. He gave me the money. I looked at the pizza. I took a picture of it. Then I gave him the pizza. I had to talk to the manager about unbanning playing in the pizzeria.
I am starting to feel okay about going to Reality TV island.