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**** This was actually an assignment I had to write for english two years ago. I havn't corrected anything so if you see anything wrong, speak up! Actual event, by the way.****
It was an autumn night when all my moms’ supper ideas failed to rouse our interest. Then my dad suggested pizza from a place we don’t order from, and he got the answers in the form of pleased shouts and cheering. My mom left to pick up the pizza while my brothers and I got the table ready, and got drinks and plates out. My mom got back, put the pizza in the middle of the table as we all took our seats around the table. The pizza smelled great and looked greasy and cheesy. The toppings included mushrooms, pepperoni, and ham or bacon. It tasted good so we were all quiet for the first box of pizza. When we got to the second, my youngest brother Ethan found something foreign on his slice of pizza. He asked my mom what it was and she said it was just a hairy piece of mushroom, but I looked closely at it and found out it was a bug. My mom took it off his pizza slice and said “Oh my G-d Gary it’s a maggot.” We all looked at our pizza slices and put them back into the box. My mom immediately called the pizza place and demanded the manager. After a long wait to get to the main pizza place headquarters and spent awhile shouting at the person on the other end. When she was quiet, I would add nasty comments and say it loud enough for the person on the other end to hear. As soon as she got off the phone, she put the maggot in a container while repeating what they told her in disbelief: that if it was a maggot, that it wouldn’t have been recognizable because they have their ovens set at a certain temperature. She put on her shoes and jackets as well as my brother Jesse and I, She grabbed the pizza box and we left for the pizza place. During the ride to the pizza place, my mom said that we could call the health inspector and a bunch of other things that I won’t mention. We parked, got out of the car, and walked to the front door. It wasn’t too busy, but people were sitting inside and eating. We asked for the manager, and he knew right away who we were and what our problem was. He looked like a regular pizza guy: dark skin, facial hair, and it sounded like he spoke Italian or French because he had an accent. He wiped his hands on his apron and took the box from my mom. My mom showed him the maggot, and he offered us anything we wanted as long as it was the same price as the pizza we brought in. My mom told him we were sick to our stomachs from the pizza maggot, and we can’t eat any more pizza that night. So he put $25 onto our tab, and the next time we ordered, we wouldn’t have to pay as long as it was under $25. We agreed and left. As we left, people looked at us and at the manager throwing out the pizza. I’m not sure if my mom kept the container the maggot was in or not so I don’t know if he threw that away too.
After awhile, we didn’t order from them, but the last time we ordered from them was when my brother had a friend over and they wanted pizza for lunch. After the $25 was gone, we went back to our regular pizza place, and regretted ever trying something new.
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