Dog Day has cheated on Randy's a couple of times.

The first time was nearly two weeks ago. We decided to get a pizza with our savings while we worked on demo-ing our new songs. We found the address and phone number of the business upstairs and called Extreme Pizza. We told them to call us when they get there or we'd never know they had arrived. Then we took a cordless phone downstairs and got to work. The phone rings and Nancy and I go out to get the food. While she's entering in her PIN, I turn around and look at the posters on a nearby pole. I hear laughter. Feeling left out, I go back to Nancy and the delivery guy to see what I had missed. All the guys at Randy's were lined up outside the door watching us. Oh no! We've been caught by the husband! Nancy says "fuck" and explains to the delivery guy why, and we all laugh again.

I've been a decent customer of their since moving to the neighbourhood, what with the demise of the Pizza Factory a few years back. They always say "hi" with a wave and a smile as I walk down the street to the cafe, liquor store, Lost and Found, et cetera. I felt a tinge of guilt. But it's not like I've ever ordered a pizza from them.

The other night, we were all getting ready for another night in the dungeon, when us girls found out that the boys didn't get any food for anyone. Pizza again. This time when we called, the guy laughed and asked if we wanted him to meet us around the corner this time, so we don't get caught again.

The problem is, buddy who delivered it didn't follow through. When we sent KC out, he was waiting out front.

I thought it was all funny.

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