"Argh." Spoke the driver. He was fiddling with a punctured tyre. Some yob had put a large nail on the groud with intention to vandalise tyres. Obviously.
The driver took a look at his pizza van. It was laden with the picture of a cooked pizza and a fire right behind it. He had objected to this logo representing the company for he thought it was merely an advert for their red hot chilli pepper pizza. He had been right in a way, for when the new logo was put forward, sales of this particular pizza rose 127%.
The driver picked up his mobile from his pocket, sitting down on the grass just beyond the Hard Shoulder where the van was parked. He dialled his customer. The phone rang for a split second.
"Where's my pizza? I have a wife and two cats to feed!"
Ah, if only this happened every day.
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