I scared the young Korean on the other line. He wasn’t getting my order.  I reminded him that I’m just an American that wants a pizza. It almost worked.  He gained enough confidence to mock me, but not enough confidence to take my order. He quickly handed the phone over to a female employee. She got my order on one shot. I was so happy.  Well, almost happy. I was a little doubtful that I would actually receive the pizza at my door.  But, it came 20 minutes later. A success! My favorite food, ordered in Korean, and delivered to my door.  Now I feel like, singing in Korean!

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