Once, Mr. Manners and I ordered a pizza from Mellow Mushroom. We had settled on half pepperoni and half chicken and artichokes, I think (this was over a year ago, so the ole memory is dodgy), and phoned it in.

Ah, the smell of fresh pizza.

Got it into the truck and opened it up.

It wasn't artichoke.

It was...anchovy.

Trying to make the best of the situation, because it was late, I was tired, hungry, I said "let's just pick them off, it can't be that bad".

It can be that bad. It was worse. It was ass nasty.