So, what do you do when one of your best friends is annoying the crap out of you while you’re trying to enjoy a piece of pizza while watching Impractical Jokers? Why you smash the slice in their face of course!
Alright, let me back up a bit and give you the full story of what went down to lead to that incredible moment. Right now, it’s currently fall break here at university which means a good chunk of the students on campus are currently home while those few, like me, who live far enough away from home that it’s too much of an inconvenience to go for a couple days are currently stuck on campus. Thankfully, I’m not alone and a few of my friends are in the same boat as I am which means abundant chill time with them as well as a few good laughs here and there.
So, it’s Saturday evening, we’d just gotten back from the only dining hall that’s currently open throughout this break which really makes no sense to me. I mean, come on, why only one dining hall. At least have two open, one of which being the one located directly behind my dorm building.
Three of us from the original group of five are walking back to the dorm shouting random math terms at the top of our lungs and just look insane in general. We’re on a basically empty campus, why wouldn’t we make ourselves look insane?
Anyway, we get back to the dorm and sit down to chill in the common area on the ground floor watching the television that has no remotes to it. Well, it does have remotes but they’re broken which means whenever we want to change to a different channel someone has to stand up and walk to the tv and turn the channel that way or raise and lower the volume that way. It’s safe to say, we all get content with the show we watch rather quickly.
Impractical Jokers was on (Score!) so we settled in to watch the show. It was then, after about ten minutes or so, my friend (We’ll call him Tim since I don’t want to disclose their names for privacy reasons) decided that he wanted Domino’s Pizza. That was great and all, who doesn’t love pizza, so he ordered on the website and we waited. And waited. And waited.
After about forty minutes Time started to get upset and I told him if he pulled the number up on his phone I’d call them and ask what’s taking so long, though I kind of had a good idea. It’s a Saturday night at 8 pm. I was sure that they were more than likely getting slammed. I gave them a ring, anyway because, you know, friendship and what not, and imagine my surprise when a male voice answers,
“Thank you for calling McDonald’s what can I do for you today?”
I blanked for a good five seconds before responding,
“Uhm, did you say McDonald’s?”
“Oh, uhm, wrong number.” And I hung up. The dipshit gave me the number to McDonald’s, not Domino’s. We got things figured out after that and, just like I thought, the place was super busy and I thanked them for their time before hanging up the phone once more.
Twenty minutes later and the pizza had arrived and, let me tell you, the slice and a half that I had was quite good and well worth the wait that is until (Let’s call him Conner) started booping my nose none stop. It wasn’t annoying exactly but it got to me enough that I tackled him on the couch and shoved my half eaten pizza all up in his face.
Safe to say, everyone had a pretty good laugh at that.
So, a typical Saturday Night? I’d say yes by college standards.