I got a visit on Saturday from a very attractive couple, both about my age. They rang our front doorbell. It was boiling hot out, and I was damp with sweat. The man was wearing a long-sleeve gray shirt and long black pants; the woman wore a black dress that ended below the knee. She said nothing for the entire exchange. He spoke with an ever so slightly strange accent.
The conversation, approximately:
Me: Good afternoon.
Him: Hello
{Pause}
Him: We’re from a pizza place in town, Giovi’s, and to celebrate this great weekend, and the start of summer, we thought we would do some free pizza.
Me: Umm…what?
Him: Would you like us to do you some free pizza?
Me: That’s a strange verb to use. “do”
Him: What?
Me: I mean, “do some free pizza” almost sounds like you’re going to come into my house and make pizza in my oven.
Him: That would be awkward. So, like I should say “give away”…?
Me: Yeah, that would be better.
{Pause}
Him: So do you want us to…do you some free Pizza?
(At this point he flashes the only item either of them is holding, a very professional-looking menu handout that says “Giovi’s” with photographs of Italian food.)
{Pause}
Me: Look, I don’t even really live here. Have a nice day.
I’m gonna guess that Giovi is not actually the owner’s real name, but it was changed by the Witness Protection Program.