Another conspiracy has reared its ugly head to leer at Val and send her into a tizzy. Beware of the Pizza Hut Ten-Dollar Box Scam. You heard it here first.
To comply with the unwritten Truth in Blogging Law, let the record show that the Thevictorian family has enjoyed the Ten Dollar Box before. On several occasions. To rave reviews. But this evening, something went amiss betwixt the telephone order and the drive-up carry-out window. A dastardly deed that went undiscovered until the quick meal was unpacked at the old homestead.
Perhaps you've seen the Ten-Dollar Box on TV. It's a rectangular pizza, packed alongside breadsticks and cinnasticks, complete with marinara sauce and melty icing for dipping. We ordered two pizzas, because Genius and I wanted some leftovers to pack for our school lunch. Friday is not a good day to dine in the cafeteria. Especially so late in the year. We ordered a pepperoni (which I detest), and a sausage.
Genius lit into the pepperoni box like Kobayashi in his prime at the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest. I prepped for The Pony, removing pepperoni. He prefers breadsticks, but will eat cheese pizza. Nothing to see here.
I opened the sausage box. And beheld a disturbing sight. My pizza looked like a football. If you can picture the crust as pebbly leather, and the topping as the laces. If you took a square corner piece and compared it to a pie, a wedge comprising one-fourth would have been filling, and the rest, crust. Somebody had robbed my pizza Peter to pay Paul. I hope Paul was happy. And that he suffered a painful gallbladder attack from all that extra fatty sausage and cheese. I, on the other hand, will be carb-loading at lunch tomorrow.
It's enough to drive me back to the gas station chicken establishment. I'm running out of places where my students don't work.