I DID bring you a pizza. You couldn’t pay for it.
(Epilogue: The elderly gentleman — “Gator” by name — somehow managed to scrounge up a twenty-dollar bill to pay for the pizza, while toothlessly ranting about the fact that he would now not be able to pay his electric bill. I’m not sure how that factored into his thinking when he initially placed the order, but such mysteries are not for me to ponder. No tip, of course.)