Dominonymous

Pizza is something I like, totalitarianism is something I don't. So when the two come together, you can imagine it creates some difficulties for me. Domino's have started screening their calls. Well, they may have been doing this for a while, but I've only recently become a customer. This means that when I call, not only do they answer me by name, but they ask if I'd like my usual. The first time this happened, so much did it catch me by surprise, that I asked what my usual was. When it was indeed the very pizza I had rung up to request, I promptly changed my order and ended up munching my way through twelve slices of dissatisfaction. My brother had a far worse encounter with the Pizza Hut in Forest Hill. When he dialled up, they had the landline registered to a 72 Caxton Avenue and refused to believe he lived anywhere else. There followed an interminable argument where they were convinced of the infallible nature of their computer, and Michael was convinced of the infallible nature of living in the same house for 23 years. Trust me, it starts with pizza, it ends in Nietzsche.