<p>It's Friday night and my <strong>roommate</strong> and I feel like <strong>staying in</strong>. We've both had a <strong>tough week</strong> at work and decided to have a <strong>low-key</strong> evening. On my way home, I stopped at the <strong>video rental store </strong>and rented a couple of movies. I got a <strong>new release</strong> and a <strong>classic</strong>. I thought I had left my <strong>membership card </strong>at home but found it <strong>at the last minute</strong>. I like going to my local rental store because it doesn't charge <strong>late fees.</strong> That's <strong>handy</strong> when I don't have time to return the DVDs the next day. My roommate and I were feeling too tired <strong>to go out to eat</strong> so we decided <strong>to order in</strong>. We mulled over the <strong>take-out</strong> menus from restaurants that had <strong>delivery service</strong> and couldn't decide which restaurant to order from. <strong>The trouble was that</strong> we had never eaten at the two restaurants nearby. Ordering from either one would be <strong>crapshoot</strong>. In the end, we just decided to order a pizza. I called the restaurant and placed our delivery order. About a half hour later, the delivery person came to the door. I asked him if I could pay with a credit card and he said, "Sure." I handed him my card and he wrote down the number. Then, I signed the <strong>slip</strong> and I added a <strong>tip</strong> to the total. He gave me a copy of the slip as a receipt and then handed me the pizza. I was really glad to get it. I was <strong>starving</strong>. With our movies and the pizza, we were <strong>all set</strong>. There's nothing like a night at home <strong>vegging out</strong> to get over a <strong>hectic</strong> week. Script by Dr. Lucy Tse</p><p></p><hr><p style='color:grey; font-size:0.75em;'> Hosted on Acast. See <a style='color:grey;' target='_blank' rel='noopener noreferrer' href='https://acast.com/privacy'>acast.com/privacy</a> for more information.</p>