Damn dude. Wasn't expecting to find a hysterical middle aged Iranian on my hands when I stepped out to grab meh tasty Domino's. Apparently I provided you with some false information. Yes, the address is incorrect. Because I don't live here. Quite simply, I had some hankerings for a delicious pizza whilst feeding my sister's cat. In all fairness, Pav, you're standing half a street's length from where you expected to drop off the 'no's. So please refrain from insisting I'm intoxicated or downright accusing me of being crazy. I'm not the one hollering in an utter stranger's face for losing 15 minutes off a shift. Seriously, 15 minutes? No need to declare jihad for that one, Pav. You're just lucky this Domino's is no lie, or else I probably would have enjoyed chucking it at your be-speckled head.
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