I like to think of the pizza store in my home town as a centre for comedy.
When my mother was on her death bed I followed my father and sister back into town after a long day at the hospital. We stop to get pizza and while we are waiting on head to the supermarket to pick up some items. I come back and they are gone so head off. Get home and my sister is there and no sign of my father or the pizza. Get down town and find a frustrated 80 year old that said he was yelling at me as we drove off.
My wife sent me to get a pizza for the kids and she wanted the new four cheese pizza. While I'm waiting I'm thinking it cost more than it should have. The guy gives me 5 pizza's.
That leads to a discussion between 4 cheese pizzas or a 4 cheese pizza. I felt like I was in a Two Ronnies skit asking for fork handles. I had to point out it was an item on his own menu.
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