Me back then:

"No problemo Mr. Barber! $2 discount here I come! Let me just get out my backpack here, and hmm... ok, ok... here's a good one. It goes like this:

Dear Penthouse: you're never ever going to believe what happened to the last customer I delivered a pizza to, last night, just as my shift was ending. Eager to get home, for another boring night of drinking beer and watching Beavis and Butthead re-runs, wouldn't you know it: these 2 fine sexy foxy looking ladies opened the door.

And lo and behold, they suddenly realized that they didn't have enough money to pay for the pizza order. 'Oh my,' exclaimed the first sister, in a state of elaborate shock.

'How so ever are we going to pay for this here pizz- Er... umm... what? What do you mean the haircut is done already? But... but Mr. Barber all you did was put this gown thing on me... Get out of your store, you say? But... but... ok-ok: I'm going! Gheesh."