Today has been a spectacularly rough day for me.

So for dinner, we decided to have a treat and have pizza from our local pizza place – Eudici.

Whenever possible, I order online.  That way there is no confusion about what I ordered.  No misheard (or miswritten) orders.

I place my order (online) for a supreme pizza.  I go to pick up the supreme pizza.  I have to wait because the two people behind the counter are on calls.  When one person hung up, I thought, “Okay, here we go.”  But instead she went over to help the other person with his call and ended up taking over that phone call. So when that second person was off his call, I thought, “Okay, here we go.”  Nope.  He disappeared back in the pizza making area. 

So I wait.  And wait.  And wait. 

Finally, the young lady is off the phone and I tell her I’m here to pick up my online order and give her my name.

The pizza is sitting in the these-pizzas-are-ready spot, and she looks at the print out, opens the box and looks at the pizza, closes the box and brings me the pizza.

Yay!  I am out the door and on my way home.

Imagine my surprise (and y’all know how much I LOVE surprises) when I open the box and find a pizza with pineapple and big ass slabs of tomato and some kind of overcooked meat, and I don’t know what the fuck else.

I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo not happy. And this is sooooooooooooooooooooo not the day for this.

I take this abomination and drive back to Eudici’s.

I put the box on the counter and I ask the (same) young lady.  “What do you put on a supreme pizza?”  She stares at me blankly.  So I ask, “Do you put pineapple on it?”, and she says, “No, not usually,” and I say, “Well you put pineapple on this.  Do you put big slabs of tomato on it? Because you put big slabs of tomato on this. I ordered a supreme pizza, and I don’t know what this is, but it’s not a supreme pizza.”

And she tells me, “You don’t have to be so upset. I can make you a new pizza.”

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?  I DON’T HAVE TO BE UPSET????????

She’s right, I don’t HAVE to be upset, but she can bet her skinny young ass that I am upset.  Now I get to sit there and wait a half hour while they make a new pizza because they fucked up my order – nay they ROYALLY fucked up my order.  I point out to her that I’m upset because she looked at my order, she looked at the pizza, and she still handed it to me like it could possibly be mistaken for a supreme pizza. 

I then sat down and fumed, as loudly as I could. 

There were two men waiting for their pizzas, and they seemed a little nervous – perhaps even frightened – by the loudly fuming fat old lady. 

Got my pizza. Checked it. (Bet your ass I checked it.) Took it home and I was so pissed off, I could only eat 2 pieces of it.

They did give me a $15 off coupon.  I hope it doesn’t expire because it’s going to be a long time before I’m willing to go there again.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll share the rest of This Fat Old Lady’s Fucked Up Day.