I Accidentally Ate the Pizza of The Guy Sitting Next to Me

We (me and Husband) are at a Jazz concert/dinner event and are seated at a table for four, with two people we have never seen before in our lives.

At first I thought it was table for four like my favourite Chinese restaurant in Toronto where you may be seated with complete strangers and you ignore each other for the duration of the dinner.

Um, no. It's table for four like at a wedding where you are seated with complete strangers but you are expected to make polite conversation with each other for the duration of the dinner.

You are not expected to accidentally eat the guy next to you's pizza.  

(Oops)

It is an intimate little café that appears marginally overwhelmed by the quantity of dinner orders that need fulfillment at the same time.

I order the veggie flatbread pizza with the following in mind:

• I see it walk by and it looks fine
• If the kitchen runs out of oven space they can pop it into the toaster oven
• Even if the pizza comes out cold it will still be pizza
• Veggies cancel out the cheese and bread (duh)

Server comes to the table with curry tofu salad for one of the strangers at our table. 

Server then comes directly to me and hands me a pizza.

The pizza has only a few stray peppers on it.

Is this the veggie pizza? I ask.

Yes. Server says.

I take a bite of the pizza. The peppers are hot jalapeño numbers. 

I say to Husband. I don't remember there being hot peppers on my pizza. I guess they ran out of mushroom pepper onion and someone in the back said Hey Let's Open A Jar A These.

Reasons why I decide not to complain effectively at this moment:

• Kitchen is trying their best and I don't want to make matters worse for them
• I'm there for the music not the food 
• Husband planned this entire date night and am having a good time 
• Don't want to cause a scene
• Pizza is still pizza.

Guy sitting next to me says. If you don't like Your Pizza, I can give you some of My Pizza when it comes.

Not only are there jalapeño peppers on the pizza but also some hot red chili numbers.

I'm fine though. It's still pizza.

Approximately twenty three minutes elapse during which Husband receives and eats his burger, Lady finishes her curried tofu and Guy next to me waits for his pizza.

Different Server then comes to the table. She is holding a veggie pizza. Piled high with mushrooms. Yellow peppers. Diced onions. 

Tries to serve it to me, but I am sitting in front of a plate of crusts.

Different Server says. This is Your Pizza.

I look under the table to see if there is a trap door that will allow me to escape with minimum embarrassment.

There is not.

Guy next to me says. I think you ate my pizza by mistake. 

(Looks like it)

He was hoping for some hot peppers and is not that excited by the crushed mushrooms.

Don't worry. He says. I will go to the kitchen and take care of this.

Which he did.

But I was still SO EMBARRASSED.

Lessons Learned:

1. If you don't complain effectively you might end up accidentally eating your neighbour's pizza
2. Even people who make their living complaining sometimes take shortcuts
3. The shortcuts usually backfire so prob better to just politely say "I don't think this is the pizza I ordered"
4. Worst part was when the Guy said What do you Write About and I said Complaining and he said Pretty Ironic.
5. Thankfully we were seated with friendly and understanding people even if we don't share their taste in pizza