It’s 11:30pm in my neck of the woods and for some odd reason, my sleep schedule is totally screwed up. I usually can’t fall asleep until roughly 4am and I wake up around 10ish (weird because I’m used to waking around 6-8ish).
Anyhoo, I’m hungry, but not starving and cooking is out of the question. My grocery store is not 24/7 (wish it were) so I can’t get a fruit fix. I love pizza, but I know Antonio’s is closed and plus I don’t want anything super greasy. Next best thing? Domino’s. I figure they might be open – so I took a chance.
I asked if they were still delivering and he responded with “it depends on where you live…hold on” – line went quiet for a few seconds, then he came back “[my address], right?” and took my order . Apparently, I live in the right place.
Just before I hung up, I asked “what time do you guys close during the week normally?” and he responded, “11:30.” – well ain’t that just some shiznit? I feel so bad now, I was tempted to cancel my order so they could all go home, but he said not to worry about it.
I must have the coolest Domino’s guys around (I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I always tip the delivery driver $5 – chances are, it’s one of the regulars).