Mad for Pizza !!

On the way home from Maryland, we stopped at another Pizza Hut.  Really, when I think about it, we have eaten way more than our fair share of pizza over the years.  As I am remembering stories, almost all of them involve pizza!  The stories that have been resurfacing over the past 6 weeks have made me see that I didn’t really like much of anything that Mark liked!  How funny is that?  He loved history, battlefields, mini and regular golfing, nature, bugs, camping, hunting, noisy super fast cars, loud rock music, scary and shooting-gun movies.  I love things that happen today, (and sometimes yesterday), but not long-ago.   I love walking on a path that has no bugs.  I like Disney-type movies and music that makes you dance and sing, like commercial jingles!  I only like to ride in cars that can’t go over 75 mph and are top safety rated.  I don’t understand technology and would rather read a book with paper than one on an ipad.  Pizza is ok as long as you have it only twice a month.  And golfing makes no sense at all to me!  So, Mark and I, despite the odds, seemed to figure all this out and make it work with the one thing that we had in common!  Genuine love and admiration for each other! 

Anyway, so here we are, on the way home from our honeymoon and we were both really tired.  We stopped at Pizza Hut to have Mark’s usual supreme pizza.  Back 35 years ago, there weren’t those conveyor belt ovens that they have now.  The pizza person made the pizza and put it in the oven and when it was done, they brought it to your table.  We ordered and waited.   We waited and waited and waited.  Everyone around us came and left and our pizza still didn’t come.  We had a long drive home and Mark was tired and getting quite unhappy.  Finally, they brought our pizza to the table and apologized saying the order got lost and when they realized it, they quickly threw a pizza together for us.

Mark took one bite of the pizza and the dough was not cooked.  The cheese was not melted.  It literally looked like they took the pizza dough, put it on a pan and then spread sauce, cheese and toppings on it and brought it to the table uncooked.  It was really gross.  I was about to see the wrath of Mark.  Honestly, over the years, he lost his temper only a few times but had a way of making everyone around him think that he could hurt you if you didn’t do what he wanted.  Therefore, he didn’t need to lose his temper often.  The result was the same from just a look!  The waitress apologized and quickly took the pizza away and offered to make us another one.  We waited another 30 minutes while the remaining patrons in the restaurant were fed and left.  Finally, our waitress starts coming our way with a new, steaming hot pie and smiles and waves at us while she is walking over.  Just as she let go of the bottom of the pizza pan with one hand to wave at us, she tripped and the pizza flew up in the air and spun around, landing completely on the floor face down.  There was a gasp that went through the entire restaurant.  I think it was mostly because of Mark’s commentary of words that should not be said in public!  I felt so sorry for that poor little waitress.  Mark was unimpressed and very upset.  He told the manager that we were not interested in another pizza (but not exactly that politely) and we packed up and left the restaurant hungry, angry and tired.  As Mark and I left the building, he was about 50 feet ahead of me.  I thanked the waitress and told her that I was sorry and quickly handed her a tip.  Poor little thing probably cried to sleep that night.   I think we stopped at McDonalds for a quick bite to eat before driving home.   It was a very quiet ride for many, many miles as we began our married life together realizing we were different in more ways than just movie preferences.