Last night, I ordered a large sausage pizza from La Familia in Brookfield. I gave them my address and home phone number, which was a Norwalk exchange since I kept my Norwalk phone number when I moved to Brookfield. Apparently, the driver looked at the phone number (854-XXXX) and knew it wasn't a Brookfield exchange, so he thought it was a Newtown phone number, which coincidentally also has the exact street name as my house. So he drove on I-84 to exit 10 (20 min away from my house) and knocked on the door of some unsuspecting residents who told them they didn't order a pizza.
The delivery guy then called my house and asked where I lived. I told him the address and the town to which he responded, "Brookfield? You're in Brookfield? Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can."
I knew the pizza was going to be cold at this point and I hate cold pizza.
I won't even touch a cold pizza the next day. So I was pretty pissed that I was going to be paying for a cold pizza. So Vonage, my friend, expect to be served with another lawsuit in the next few days. If somebody can sue McDonalds over a hot coffee spilling, then surely I can sue over a cold pizza. It's downright un-American to eat a freshly made pizza, cold. Vonage, you will rue the day you made me eat a cold $17 pizza!
