Cold pizza.
I like cold pizza for breakfast sometimes.
Apparently some pizza delivery guy got the wrong house last night. I had turned in early last night so likely didn't hear him arrive otherwise I would have set him straight.
When I went out on the porch with my coffee to meet the day there it was, untouched so I brought it inside and checked it out. I was somewhat surprised it was untouched.
I'm sure whoever/whatever got things settled so I just took it inside. It was not freezing last night so it was refrigerator cold and was pretty good.
Had I noticed it last night I would have called the pizza place and told them their driver screwed up and to come and pick it up but at that hour of the morning I figured nobody was really interested in it anymore.
Oh, well.
I suppose if anyone asks I'll just say, "It wasn't too bad. The raccoons only ate about a third of it" just to watch them cringe.
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