What is it with Pizza Hut?

Something always happens when we decide we want pizza. Usually it's that the driver doesn't come to deliver it, but today we had a delivery with a bit of a twist.

When I walked outside the women's dorm to grab the food and pay the driver, our pizza was in mini form. They thought we had ordered a personal size pizza instead of a regularly sized small pizza. But when I went to pay the delivery man anyway, he kept stalling.

Delivery guy: Where are you from? Are you American?
Me: Yes, I'm from D.C.
DG: Oh, you go here for four years, for the fall?
Me: No, just for the summer. I'm going home.
DG: No, you can't leave. I must see you again. You are so beautiful (read white). You like Egypt?
Me: Um, as in the country? Yes. (I think he was going for Egyptians)
DG: You give me your phone number, we go out, I must see you again.
Me: Um, I don't have a mobile, no. Sorry, no.
DG: Please I must. You like Egypt?
Me: (starting to get weirded out) Yes. Here's the money. Thank you.
DG: No, please. Take my number. Please you are so beautiful.
Me: I don't have a pen. Sorry, thank you!

You get the basic idea. It went on like that for ten minutes while I tried to get him to accept the money. That and he didn't speak English well, so then I tried to communicate in Arabic, and I think he was excited that I knew the language. I was just trying to avoid a marriage proposal or kidnapping attempt! Anyway, kinda creepy but also kind of a nice boost to end the day. Kim spent a lot of time traveling in Egypt, so she thought it was hilarious because this type of thing happened to her all the time. She wants to come outside next time we get a delivery, but I told her to stay away so I didn't have any competition! Ha. At least being pasty white is good for something!