Papa John's Employee (female): Thank you for calling Papa John's at Notre Dame, will this be for delivery?
Me: Yes.
PJ Woman: OK, and what would you like this evening?
Me: Uh, a small, hand-tossed pepperoni pizza please.
PJ Woman: OK, and where should we have this delivered?
Me: ### Keough Hall.
PJ Woman: Hey, wait a second. Aren't you supposed to be home right now?
Me: Well, I'm staying here for a while more.
PJ Woman: (pauses) Why?
Me: Study-abroad program.
PJ Woman: Why are you still here if it's study-abroad?
Me: Well, I'm staying here instead of going all the way back to California.
PJ Woman: Why would you go to California?
Me: OK, listen. Can I get my pizza or what?
PJ Woman: Oh, I'm sorry, I get carried away. My grandson went to Paris last summer. It wasn't study abroad though.
Me: I see. Actually, I'm going there for part of my trip, as a side-trip from London.
PJ Woman: They have more Pizza Huts there than Papa John's.
Me: So I hear.
PJ Woman: OK, will that be all?
Me: I think so. How old is your grandson?
PJ Woman: He's 14.
Me: Cool.
PJ Woman: This'll be $9.79 by the way.
Me: OK, cash.
PJ Woman: Thank you!
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Notre Dame Gets Lonely At the End of the Semester Apparently
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