Friday, March 14, 2008
"I need to eat. Now".
"We always order pizza, let's do something different".
"I refuse to eat pineapple in the context of a savoury dish".
"My fingers are really long today".
………
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
We are collectively holding our breath that the phone will pick up.
Ring ring.
"Good evening *insert name of local gym of which we are all members*, Turtle speaking"
V: "Ummmmm"
Turtle: "Hello?"
V: "Is this……..is this not Kebablicious?"
Turtle: "Kebablicious? I WISH it was Kebablicious!"
V: "Sorry man"
Turtle, chuckling: "No worries".
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
We expectantly lean forward in our seats.
"Good evening *insert name of local gym of which we are all members*, Turtle speaking"
V: "Oh…….this still isn't kebablicious"
Turtle: "Hehehehehe he he he *snort* he"
V: "Bye"
We eventually did get our kebabs, delivered to our door. They were very tasty and absolutely worth the stoned loser attempts to use the phone correctly.
This morning I was still scattered and a colleague asked me how I was.
I replied "Did you know Kebablicious delivers?"
It is approximately 8pm. There are four of us. We are sitting in the backyard. We are very, very stoned.
There are various discussions of both the benefits and shortcomings of ordering a pizza.
"We always order pizza, let's do something different".
"I refuse to eat pineapple in the context of a savoury dish".
"My fingers are really long today".
………
Thai food is the next suggestion, promptly discarded once it is discovered that no-one can agree on what to order. One person declares they do not like green curry and the rest of us stare at her in disbelief and disgust.
Someone volunteers that they are sure that one of the kebab shops in town has started delivery. Much excitement ensues! Kebabs! Perfect! Delivered! Perfect! But which kebab shop is it? There are at least four of them. The local phonebook is produced and V is nominated as Chief Kebab Shop Caller. Three of them are eliminated in quick succession. Only one possibility remains. The handset is set to speaker function and I read out the number slowly.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
We are collectively holding our breath that the phone will pick up.
Ring ring.
"Good evening *insert name of local gym of which we are all members*, Turtle speaking"
V: "Ummmmm"
Turtle: "Hello?"
V: "Is this……..is this not Kebablicious?"
Turtle: "Kebablicious? I WISH it was Kebablicious!"
V: "Sorry man"
Turtle, chuckling: "No worries".
We hang up. Everyone bursts into fits of uncontrollable laughter, the type with tears and near misses with bladder control. This goes on for a number of minutes. It is then realised that we are still no closer to getting our dinner and the finger of blame is squarely pointed at me, for obviously reading the number out wrong. I check the phone and discover the last two digits have been entered incorrectly. I'm sure I read it out in the right order. I carefully type the number in myself, then throw the phone to V like a hot potato, as I absolutely do not want to be responsible for speaking.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
We expectantly lean forward in our seats.
"Good evening *insert name of local gym of which we are all members*, Turtle speaking"
V: "Oh…….this still isn't kebablicious"
Turtle: "Hehehehehe he he he *snort* he"
V: "Bye"
We eventually did get our kebabs, delivered to our door. They were very tasty and absolutely worth the stoned loser attempts to use the phone correctly.
This morning I was still scattered and a colleague asked me how I was.
I replied "Did you know Kebablicious delivers?"
# posted by Kymmy : 3:42 pm
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