Someday I would like to order a pizza and then when the delivery guy hands it over, just throw it up on the roof, frisbee style.
Not on my roof though. I don’t want a pizza on my roof. Like an asshole.
I think that this would fulfill some part of me. Fulfill some tiny destiny.
Wait. Did that happen in a movie? Was there a pizza up on some roof?
What movie was it? Let me know.
As a note: this isn’t about the pizza delivery guy although I’m sure he would worried. But I’d calm his fears by giving him a sly wink and then being on my way.
As some of you guys know, I dictate many of my posts to Notes on my iPhone and then polish them when I’m back on my Mac. I do this because some of my best thoughts come when driving, when I’m not thinking about anything in particular.
Like the above pizza toss.
Anyways, so when I got back to my Mac today one of the things Notes heard was:
And then he wrote to them. A room of a dozen women.
When I read that I was like “aww…”
I’m sure I didn’t say that but how poetic.