The pizzas just arrived. Why can't real life be like the movies. He was a really cute pizza delivery boy. Had a thick accent and looked Eastern European. He could have come in to warm up. Have a cup of tea and watch a little bit of the movie playing on the DVD.
But I guess he was in a hurry. Maybe I should have been in my skimpy shorts instead of jeans. The ones, where the outline is more pronounced. And of course, I really need to move the DVD player downstairs, so it's easily visible from the front door. Let it be playing behind me. Hhhhhmmmm, now there's an idea. Of course, as soon as I did that, I'd get that other pizza guy.