Only in my world could the simple act of ordering a pizza turn into a weird scene. I just called Dominoes and asked for a medium pepperoni pizza and the guy (in an Indian accent) says:
"Would you like a tomato and cheese pepperoni or a 'Pepperoni Party'?"
Me: "Ummm, I think I just want a regular pepperoni pizza." (Although I must admit that I am intrigued by this Pepperoni Party of which he speaks.)
Guy: "Well, you sound like such a lovely lady that I also would like to tell you that it's Crazy Tuesday and it's the same price for any size pizza."
Me: "Oh, Crazy Tuesday you say? So, if I order a large, it's the same price?"
Me: "Okay, I'll take a large then."
Guy: "Excellent, one large thin-crust pepperoni then."
Me: "Oh no, sorry - I just want regular crust."
Guy: "Oh, deepest apologies miss. I think I make this mistake because your voice reminds me of someone who likes to watch their figure. I think you are probably small size, right?"
Me: "Uhhh. Well, ummmmmm. Ahhhh, hmmmmm. Yes, I suppose I am."
Guy: "I can tell these things."
Me: "Umm, ok. Thanks? Uhh, well, I sure am looking forward to that pizza! How much is that again?"