We rarely get pizza, but tonight we decided to order some from the base. We had some trouble finding the phone number so D.J. called the main store to get the phone number for the one closest to us. The conversation went a little like this:

D.J.: “Hi, do you know the hours for the pizza store on the Ikego base?”
Clerk: “Yes.”
<30 seconds of uncomfortable silence>
D.J.: “The hours for the store on Ikego; what are they?”
Clerk: “Hello?”
D.J.: “What time do they close?”
Clerk: “Ten.”
D.J.: “Do you have the phone number for over there?”
Clerk: “Yes!”
<30 more seconds of uncomfortable silence>
D.J.: “Nevermind, I think we found it.”

Then when we finally got a hold of the pizza shop, he ordered the pizza and was asked, “What size would you like?”
“Well, what sizes do you have?”
“We only have one size,” was the reply.
So, D.J. was forced to answer, “Then I guess I’ll take that one.”