It is after 8pm on a Sunday, and I'm in a tiny town with no stoplights.
I walk from my hotel room in search of dinner. I'm hungry and worn out, and I'm aware that there's virtually no chance that I'll find a meal anywhere at this hour.
By one of the cheapest rooms at the motel, right by the highway, I notice three chairs and a BBQ on the pavement in front of one room. In the chairs are two Mexican-looking guys and a black dude sipping on beers. I wave as I walk by and say "Hi fellas." They ask how I'm doing, I mention I'm going to get food but I'm obviously doomed, and I keep walking. They wish me luck.
I get another 30 paces and I hear a shout: "Hey!"
I turn back, and the skinny goofy-looking guy says, "You want pizza?"
I admit that I have no other options and I'd love a slice. He says I'm right -- "ain't nothing open out there" -- disappears into his room, and returns with a box, which he hands over.
"One slice is all I need," I say. He insists that I take the whole box, which contains two glorious slices and part of a sandwich. I protest for a moment, he won't have it, and that's that.
I look each of them in the eye, say a heartfelt thanks and shake each of their hands, and quietly go back home to enjoy the most satisfying slices of pie I've ever had.
Thanks, fellas.
I walk from my hotel room in search of dinner. I'm hungry and worn out, and I'm aware that there's virtually no chance that I'll find a meal anywhere at this hour.
By one of the cheapest rooms at the motel, right by the highway, I notice three chairs and a BBQ on the pavement in front of one room. In the chairs are two Mexican-looking guys and a black dude sipping on beers. I wave as I walk by and say "Hi fellas." They ask how I'm doing, I mention I'm going to get food but I'm obviously doomed, and I keep walking. They wish me luck.
I get another 30 paces and I hear a shout: "Hey!"
I turn back, and the skinny goofy-looking guy says, "You want pizza?"
I admit that I have no other options and I'd love a slice. He says I'm right -- "ain't nothing open out there" -- disappears into his room, and returns with a box, which he hands over.
"One slice is all I need," I say. He insists that I take the whole box, which contains two glorious slices and part of a sandwich. I protest for a moment, he won't have it, and that's that.
I look each of them in the eye, say a heartfelt thanks and shake each of their hands, and quietly go back home to enjoy the most satisfying slices of pie I've ever had.
Thanks, fellas.
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