And The Awar- Ahem..Calzone Goes To...Larry B!

You'd probably be surprised at how excited people get about picking up their pizzas on a Saturday night. Clearly they've had a long day of getting up late, thinking about mowing the lawn, laying out in the hot instead, and at about 6:30 decide to peel themselves off the lawn chair, hop in the Mercedes, and pick up the two large pizzas. But I guess that's not really the amazing part about this repetitive scenario. It's really when Joe Somebody comes in to pick them up, they come up to the call ahead counter and really, truly, think that they have the best and only pizza in the world. Its very exciting for them. They nearly skip up to register and exclaim "2 Large Hand Tossed for Larry B!" often attempting to get in on the pizza-shop lingo. When I meekly tell them that it will be $24.13, they pull out the plastic and lean to the left to try and see if its on the rack. Its curious because if its up there waiting, they question if its warm, and if not they get flustered and want to know why. After the Visa Platinum is proudly slid across the counter, swiped and returned, they sign the store copy like a star-struck fan has just asked them for their autograph. At last, pizza in hand, Larry struts out the door knowingly nodding at the rest of the Joe Somebody's who are restlessly waiting in line.