There must be some advantages to being alone, at home, in Stockton on a Saturday night.
I had not eaten since Wednesday. I kid you not, and it's a long story, so we'll skip it. But I was getting kind of light-headed and decided it must be time to consume something more than the bottled water I'd been drinking for 3 days.
I decided it must be time to call Eddie's.
Me on the phone:
^I was alone, don't get picky.
When the ESL pizza guy showed up, I asked him if I could take his picture, to share with my friends; one in particular who has moved away and is in a sad state of Eddie's Withdrawal. He actually said I would have to call Eddie's and ask his boss if it was OK!
"Um, hi. Can I take the driver's picture?"
Well, duh. Of course they said YES:
^He was thrilled. Poor thing.
A Personal Pizza (did I mention I am alone?)
Ranch dressing in a bag
An order of Potato Wedges
The beautiful pizza:
The delicious p-wedgies:
How sad. The pizza guy is my best friend tonight. And so far, the only advantage I can come up with to being alone on a Saturday night, is unlimited double-dipping in my Ranch dressing.