"Hello, Szechuan City."
"Hi, I'd like to place an order to have delivered," Harry said.
"Sure, what can I get you?"
"I'd like the—"
Harry heard a crash on the other end of the line, and then screaming. "Is everything—"
"Dragon!" yelled the person on the other end of the phone.
There were loud scuffling noises and more screaming before the line went dead.
"Huh." Harry ended the call and stared at his phone. Guess I'll get pizza.
He called Pizza Heaven and ordered a pepperoni, mushroom and olive pizza. Then he changed into sweats and a t-shirt, and started a grocery list for the weekend.
The pizza came, and he ate half of it and saved the rest for leftovers later in the week. Then he binge-watched Game Of Thrones for a few hours until he fell asleep on the sofa.
Even decades later, he would never realize he had been cursed that night. He was forever doomed to yearn for love and never find it.
(That could have been worse. Also, better. Try again?)