Because it's been noted that I have an overabundance of happiness on this site lately, I must devote a moment to a bit of tragic high weirdness.
A man was hitchhiking through Alabama (I know, this has creepiness written on it from the word go), and he was picked up by a man driving a truck to Florida.
The pair stopped at a convenience store, where the driver pulled out a knife. He demanded his passenger sit on the floor of the convenience store and then...
...forced him to eat pizza. And drink wine. The police arrested him before he had a chance to force the man to eat a Klondike Bar and then take a nap, which may or may not have been part of the plan.
And, the hitchhiker didn't even have to pay for the pizza.
All in all, if you're gonna be abducted at knifepoint, it's probably the way to go. A free meal, a little excitement. Good times all around. Even if the floor was a little dirty.
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8 comments:
WHEW!!!
I thought this was going in the direction of the hitchhiker ending up as the pepperoni.
I was soooo gonna be pissed if you ruined pizza for me.
"The case may never have been solved had the unsuspecting Mrs. Smith not choked on a fingertip..."
You're right. Sounds like a fun date. Aside from the knife.
If the pizza was as old and used as the slice in your photo, then I guess I do feel a bit sorry for the guy. Then again, you know what they say about pizza...even the bad stuff is good.
I wonder what kind of wine he was forced to drink. Im picturing a nice Sutterhome blush. Mmmmm.
What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Hooray for the newlyweds! That must be a load off your mind; I know I can't wait for my kids to marry and move out.
Hey -- we're staying near Greenfield Village & doing the zoo on Wednesday & Mr. Z asked about good Greek food. Thought you'd be the guy to ask. Any suggestions?
PS: Because who doesn't take their kids to Detroit for Spring Break? Who???
'zilla - sane people.
But if you're staying in the Dearborn area...
Middle Eastern/Mediterranean food is par for the course around here. While there are 8 million coney island restuarants in Detroit, the best Greek food is probably downtown in, of course, Greektown.
But if you want a burger while in Dearborn...go to Miller's...the complete menu includes burgers, cheeseburgers, fries, and onion rings...don't wait for the check, you're on the honor system, and you pay at the bar.
Never claimed sanity, did I? Thanks for the dining tips.
WriterMom tells me you're blogless? A shame, I tell you! A gut-wrenching, convulsively crying shame!
(That was encouragement, btw)
Thanks 'zilla, for the encouragement...but there are a number of reasons why I don't blog...I'm busy with work; my handler in the witness protection program forbids it; half of the things that I would blog about are topics covered by alpharat (my ego is too fragile to allow myself to be betarat); and I'd have to organize my thoughts, which means that they would no longer be stray, which would ultimately lead to the breakdown and disintegration of my identity...
So my question to you 'zilla is... why do you hate me?!
Au contraire! I do not have a hateful bone in my body. You've left me with only one arguable point. You would not have to be betarat, or beta anything, or any kind of rodent at all. Your other points are well taken. We'll stick with visitng you here.
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