Sloppy Joe

The voice on the phone was frantic, incoherent, too urgent for a normal order, but the girl at Domino’s had dealt with all sorts at this time of night.
The hardly intelligible caller made out something about a birthday, not being at ease, deep pain and wanting someone to come quickly.
So she made up a deep pan margarita, extra cheese, packing off Joseph, box on the back.
Clutching his box Joe was too late - greeted by the cry of a new born child. This mix-up redefined the term ‘home delivery’ and is now folklore in the pizza business.