When I was a kid, we had a wonderful, wonderful pizza place about 9 miles away from home. It was in the little town of Port Jervis, NY. No tables; strictly order in and carry out. This pizza was, and I am so, so serious here, just the best. Perfect every time.
So this one time, my mother and I were out in the car waiting for our order, across the street a little bit diagonal to the pizza place, right next to the Texas Hot Dog emporium. A roller grill, the usual range of hot dog goodness, but after all… hot dogs. We were not there for hot dogs. It was summer, and our windows were down.
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