Cheese Pizza Hold the Bug

Mr. B and I are opposite in many ways.

One of these areas being food.

Specifically fast food and cheap restaurants.

Judge if you will- I like fast food and cheap restaurants.

This has resulted in many petty arguments in our ever so blissful marriage.

I think a lot of it has to do with our two different families.

I grew up in a busy household of 10 where it was easier and cheaper to go through the drive thru. With everyone's different schedules, it just worked out the best for us and as a bonus - no dishes.

Somehow we never managed to be obese. What a blessing.

Mr. B's grew up in a household of 4 and his mom enjoyed cooking or they could easily afford a nice meal out. They were less than 1/2 the size of my family!

So fast forward and bring us to our wonderful-we-come-from-two-different-lifestyles-let's-mesh-our-lives-and-see-how-it-works-because-love-is-greater-than-food-newlywed life.

A few days ago I was complaining kindly pointing out that I make many things for dinner that I don't necessarily like, but I eat them for Mr. B because he likes them. Anytime I suggest something I want I get a look of disgust/please don't bring out your WT {white trash} side and a "no way-gross-never".

Well apparently my point was valid.

Mr. B surprised me yesterday and came home during his lunch break and took me to Pizza Hut lunch buffet.

I enjoy the salad, the breadsticks, the pan pizza and the creamy italian dressing.

Again, something I grew up with and find quite tasty-thank you very much.

I was so happy.

I was enjoying my food and soaking in the pure kindness of my wonderful husband realizing that this is most likely one of those romantic things that, in his eyes, are good for about a month or so- thinking he is set until at least the end of May. Ha, crazy boys....

Mr. B was actually kind of enjoying his pizza as I felt the need to defend my dear friend, Pizza Hut, after every bite he took. I may take it a bit personal.

As he was eating his 5th piece of pizza, he somehow noticed something little and black stuck to the bottom.

How or why he was even looking at the back of the pizza, I have no idea.

Looking for something wrong, I am sure.

Well...that little blackness wasn't a burnt piece.

It wasn't pepper.

It wasn't an olive.

It was....

a bug.

Well, babe, you should've told them to hold the bug- you don't need the extra protein.

Except this was a buffet and he didn't order it so that wasn't going to work.

There was nothing I could say to justify this situation.

Thank you, Pizza Hut.

After all I did, all the defending, the complaining, the pleading, this is how I am paid in return.

If this isn't an "I told you so" moment, I don't know what is.

I am so mad I forgot to take a picture, but it was definitely there.

A mosquito/black fly creature. Squished to the bottom of his pizza.

I am not sure what is more disgusting, the fact that there was a dead bug on his pizza or the fact that we continued eating the rest of our food.

The plus side: His meal was then free, I enjoyed my meal and the fact that he took me there.

The negative: I am pretty positive we will not be going there in the near future ever again.

I am thankful we are moving home soon and I can count on lunch dates with Mama Grace- a fellow Pizza Hut lover.

Until then, I will keep my mouth closed about the places I want to eat and allow this romantic gesture to be valid until, at most, the end of April. Compromise?

Is your taste classy like mine or are you more like Mr. B?