Last night, the wife and I decided to order some pizza for dinner. 35 hungry minutes later, he arrived. I visually estimated him to be in his early 20's. I was watching for him, and I opened the door just as he was reaching for the doorbell.

Pizza Guy - Whoa, I guess I don't need to press that!
Me - Yeah, I was watching for you.
PG - Here's the receipt, if you could sign right here. (hands me receipt) So, is this a pretty quiet neighborhood?
Me - (kind of joking) You would think so.
PG - You mean it's not? It seems like it would be.
Me - Yeah, I was only kidding, I'm just socially inept and always try to come up with some sort of clever response to everything as to appear witty and charming. Besides, I didn't really expect you to follow up on it. It is generally pretty quiet around here.*
PG - It seems really nice around here. I hope to be able to live in a neighborhood like this someday. I'm so tired of living in dumps, crappy apartments, you know?

I don't even remember exactly how I responded to that, but let's just say lots of embracing and crying ensued. Long story short, the Phillips family is always ready to take on a challenge for a good cause. So we adopted the Pizza Guy. Pizza Guy Phillips. I felt it was my duty to give him all he hopes for, given that he continues to deliver us tasty tasty pizzas at the family discount rate.

Important Note: Is that the second post in a row that I've broken out the double tasty? Damn.
So I just woke him up so that he could say hi to the internet. Say hi, Pizza Guy.

PG - hi internet

Good boy. Now go make your bed.

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* Some of this response was internal, but I can't keep it straight sometimes.