Rendorseg

The most surreal thing happened to me tonight. I was in my apartment with my roommate Kristen, each of us studying in our bedrooms for our Number Theory midterm tomorrow. Suddenly, our doorbell rang. It was quite a shock since we only vaguely realized that we even had a doorbell (our friends don't use it, let alone knock) and certainly we weren't familiar with the sound it makes. We both (eventually) simultaneously came to the conclusion that our mythological doorbell was being utilized, and since it's a bit easier for me to get to the door from my bedroom than it is for Kristen, I approached the entrance. All I could see was a shapeless shadow outside the door since my own reflection was peering brightly back at me. We lock our door when we're inside, just for safety's sake, and I certainly had no plans on unlocking for a faceless silhouette. Thus, I smashed my face up against the window to try to get a better look, and saw a badge reading, "RENDORSEG" glaring back at me. This translates to "police". I hurriedly made to open the door, but forgot that it was locked and made quite a spectacle of myself tugging and fumbling at the handle. When I finally got the door open, the lady police officer said something I didn't quite catch. Humbly I replied, in Hungarian, "I'm sorry, I don't understand, I'm American" (which is one of the most useful phrases I've learned). She looked at me and repeated herself more slowly, only this time I recognized the word Deutsch. Ah! She wanted to know if I spoke German! I hastily cast my mind about, compiling all the German I knew. The list contained two things: "good day", and "where is the library," both phrases I have learned from my mother's high school German schooling, and also the extent of her German vocabulary to date. Thus, I had to admit that I didn't speak German and tried my luck with Spanish. It didn't work. In any case, the Police woman pointed at me and to my roommate who had peered around the corner by this time, and said, "pizza?" At a loss for any better answer, I said, "no." She repeated, "pizza??" in a more prodding tone. Again I replied with my brilliant answer of "no". She looked over the balcony at a tenant who was peering up at us and spoke in Hungarian, obviously explaining that we had not acknowledged the aforementioned pizza. The police officer turned back to me and said, "ok, very sorry" and left. Now, I don't know if we were being asked if we stole a pizza, if the Hungarian police deliver pizza during their downtime, or if there's a Hungarian phrase that sounds like "pizza" but really means, "excuse me, is this your lost dog?" I guess I'll never know.