Complaining = Fo' Free!

I will tell you a little secret. Sometimes, when it's one of those nights on the couch, I get a pizza delivered, and I'm not talking about a grilled-fig-prosciutto-carmelized-onions-and-goat-cheese pizza (my greatest culinary achievement EVER). No, I get a Pizza Hut sausage pizza. The pizza of my childhood. A large.

So last night was one of those nights. I ordered my pie online (20% off your first online order, bitssches), and waited in a fever of guilty anticipation. But when the pizza arrived, it sucked, and I mean really sucked. It was dry, old and way too salty, even for me. So after eating only one piece, I called PH and politely told them that although they had delivered perfection every other time, this time I'd gotten a dud.

And guess what? They gave me a $15 credit, so the next time I order a pizza, it's FO' FREE!

Free pizza, the zenith of The Dirt Alert. Really, I think I've just jumped the shark.