Who needs a unifying theme anyway?
Saturday for lunch I went to Vento’s Pizza in Pittsburgh.
(Aside: good food, and the place itself is a lot of fun. A few notes: It’s cash only, and when you get up to the counter, be ready to order, and then be ready to listen to them call your name. It’s generally loud in there. When I was there on Saturday the entire place was filled with people wholly unfamiliar with the term “inside voice”.)
Anyway, while I was sitting in my booth waiting for my order, in walks a 6’4 tall African American guy with a 7-foot swagger, wearing a white suit and “cabbie hat”.
Without any conscious thought process, I heard my internal dialogue ask: “A white suit? Who does he think he is? Indefensible?”
And that’s when I realized that you are all now stuck inside my head.
Excuse me while I try to excise a few of you with an icepick.
(I KID! I KID! I wouldn’t do that. Again.)
Automatic reblog for stoking my already massive ego.
