🍕The pizza delivery mystery👀

"There is someone at the front door". Alexa announced in her proper, preppy English voice.

Now Dad had just installed a doorbell camera/Alexa informing/bell identification system so one could know when someone comes to the door as no one can hear said bell from way upstairs; thing-a-ma-jig. I don't know much about such things as you can clearly fathom here.

I skipped merrily down the stairs because although brother is down there on his desktop electronics doodads, we all know that he never answers the door...unless it's pizza of course.

I opened the door...not a soul in sight.

"Who rang the bell". I asked. But the smell of pizza greeted my nose as I turned the corner.

"Piz-cha". Brother grunted as he stuffed a slice into his face.

"I didn't know Dad ordered pizza". He usually texts a family all time alert to expect the delivery and have a few bucks for the deliverer. I mused as the totally spaced teenager ignored me.

To be fair about what happened next, Dad always ordered Friday evening pizzas, but with loads of other stuff, including greasy fried delicious chicken and all kinds of sides and sauces. So one single, not the usual order of fast food was a bit suspicious. Plus these were not triangle shaped pieces, but squares. We never had squares b4.

One single pizza?...After all, one teen can put away an entire box of the rounded spiced thing.

I shrugged my shoulder at the thought of Dad tightening the proverbial money belt, which was weird, he was a generous soul. Maybe he was making changes for the benefit of our combined health!

Younger sister texted Dad, "Is the pizza for us"?...no answer, he probably fast asleep way up in the lofty haven above our heads.

Nevertheless, I grabbed one slice, cause 1 box of 🍕+2 teens =0🍕plus still hungry voracious teens.

Hours passed.

Panicked text message from father as follows: "Huh, I didn't order any pizza. Did you guys eat any of it"? Alarmed, he rushes down. Mother is far away at the moment, Also alarmed, she did not order any food.

Pizza all gone. Box empty.

"Who answered the door"?

"Brother did".

"Who delivered the pizza"?

"Um, I think it was a pizza delivery guy".

"Are you sure, what did he or she look like"?

"UMmm"! Bro was befuddled, he saw pizza and the form of a person handing it to him. He took it, said thank you and closed the door, then ate a delicious slice.

"Well, I can still see you all, so I guess you are all still alive and not ghosts. Maybe it was just a case of a delivery to the wrong door". Hopefully!!!!!!!!

Which neighbor should we go ask if they had ordered pizza. No one volunteered to do such a thing.

Anyway, we all went to sleep after eating various other morsels to make up for the lack of lots of pizza on a Friday evening. Dad was not in the mood to order any more food.

I had the worst nightmare about my stomach regurgitating from my mouth, all because I fell asleep wondering if someone had licked the pizza or even worse, before delivering it to the door.

We awakened next morn to a text from Dad, seeking after our general health and soundness of body and soul in the new day. The kids had not given it a second thought, they were fine.

I drank a whole lime in warm water to counteract any bad juju, magic spells or such like, while praying for spiritual healing of our entire household.

Apparently the camera had not yet been activated, darn it. So a wrong delivery, a ghost, a kind benefactor...we may never know.

Do we have to wait six months or more for any symptoms of something nefarious and underhanded?

Are we still alive or in the matrix!!!

I'm keeping the box for fingerprints and suspicious DNA testing. Just in case. Right!!!

The Matrix, I tell ya.

Pizza