Last evening we watched the Thursday night NFL opener. Tradition demanded that we should order a pizza. I called the Screaming Banshee to place our order for a large pizza. The person taking the order didn’t ask me for my name.
When I got there to pick up the pizza, the waitress said, “Roger, your pizza isn’t quite ready yet.” I said “Okay”, but how did she know it was me? She said, “I recognized your voice.” Wow, and I didn’t know her name; I don’t remember that she was ever our waitress.
Then as I picked up my pizza and walked out the door. Then as if on cue a car pulled up. Edward said “Wanna ride?”
The joys of a small town.