Norman got home late from work, and tried to find something to eat. He opened his refrigerator and basked in the chilly air, deep in thought, until he closed the door. Pizza sounded good.
Norman picked up his old phone and ordered delivery, with pepperoni and extra sausage. He then set the phone down and occupied himself rearranging his refrigerator magnets until the pizza arrived.
He paid for the pizza, making sure to leave a tip, and sat down at his table. Then he opened the box and stared for a few seconds. He had made sure to order extra sausage, but this pizza was almost entirely pepperoni.
Norman sighed, picked up a piece, and reluctantly took a bite anyways. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
Submitted October 21, 2015 at 10:08AM by WildMonkeys http://ift.tt/1LK2wDq lifeofnorman
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