DEARGODTHEYGAVEUSTHEWRONGPIZZA

We don't get pizza nearly as often as I'd like at the condo so it was particularly galling to drive home and open the pizza box only to discover they had given us the wrong pizza.  This distresses me not only because I did not get the pizza I ordered but also because somewhere else in Portland another family was having the same sad and disappointing pizza experience.  

Did I go back to Blind Onion the next day and get the pizza I ordered?  You bet your sweet behind I did.  

Side note: Darren's portion of the pizza had two of the three toppings he wanted so he was able to eat his pizza.