Sunday I was out in my yard filling in holes when a pickup honked from the street. I looked up, expecting to see somebody I knew, but it wasn't so I ignored them. They slowed, honked again, and pulled askew into the yard. Two youngish guys hopped out and said, "Want some pizza?" and started throwing boxes off their flat-bed trailer.
My response, as you can imagine, was "What's up with this?" Turns out a delivery truck had wrecked, and its haul of Tony's frozen party pizzas was quickly thawing. These guys were driving up and down the back streets looking for people at which to throw boxes. Unfortunately for them, Sunday morning is church time in these parts, so they weren't having much luck.
I said I'd take two and they threw off four. I schlepped one box around to three neighbors' houses but no one answered, so I ended up calling my mom to come get the two that wouldn't fit in my freezer.
I'm torn over my windfall. Free food, who wouldn't love that? Yet as far as food goes, it's not very nourishing and takes up all the freezer space I would use for more healthy food (and ice cream). Thank goodness--or not--I was going shopping today so I actually had the space in the freezer. DH forbade me to give any more away.
I don't know if the guys ever got rid of all that pizza.