After I read OC’s blog this morning, I got to thinking of how low his cash flow is, and how long he has to conserve it until he finally gets paid, and I know good and well by now that the first luxury he cuts from his budget is food, so I decided to see if there was a pizza place in his neighborhood that delivers.
I do love the internet. It lead me to Alan at Papa John’s Pizza ( 1111 McCully St. Honolulu, HI). “Hi, Alan, I’d like to order a pizza. Do you deliver to UH at Manoa?”
“Yes, ma’am, we deliver to the dorms. Which one are you in?”
“Before we get there, we need to cover a couple of other points. I am calling from Las Vegas, and I want to order this pizza with my debit card. Can I do that?”
“Uhm, Ma’am? Las Vegas like, uh, Nevada?”
“Way cool! Hey guys, I got Las Vegas on the phone. . . . Huh? I dunno . . . . Uhm, Ma’am, you know you’re out of our delivery area, right?”
I laughed. “Yes, Alan. I want you to deliver a pizza to someone in the dorm. I want to pay for it with my Visa. Can I do that?”
“Oh, okay. Hang on.” Several seconds pass. Alan says, “Uhm, Ma’am, is there some reason your friend isn’t ordering this pizza himself?”
“Yes. It’s a surprise.”
“Oh, cool. No problem. We can do it.” Alan asks all the relevant questions, size, toppings, beverage, delivery address, phone number. Then he says, “When we get there, Ma’am, we’ll need you to show us the debit card and sign the receipt.”
“But, Alan, I can’t do that. I’m in Las Vegas.”
“Oh yeah, huh? Just a minute.” I hear muffled talking. Finally, apologetically, Alan says, “Okay, Ma’am, the manager says we can do this, but we’ll have to run your card before we deliver the pizza.”
“No problem,” I said. (That’s the only way they do it here!) After Alan and I said good-bye, I called OC on the phone and talked to him until the pizza arrived.
Shortly after hanging up the phone to open the door, he IMed me. This is what he had to say: “mmmmMMMmmmmm … I know, don’t talk with your mouthful … mmmmfrmmmffmmr.” And, of course, a couple of other things, including “thank you” and “you shouldn’t have,” while also admitting that he was starving. All-in-all, I’d say this was one of my more inspired gifts.