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When I totaled my car, my wife was in tears. We got a ride to the auto dealership from the crash site to get a new car. You know what was there in the showroom? That's right. Pizza. Pizza consoled us as I got a cheap car and rode away less shaken, more full, and with a wife more concerned about tomato sauce stains on a new car than the all-too-recent car crash.

And when they threatened to repossess the new car because I was three months behind in the payments, where did we hide the car? That's right, behind the Pizza restaurant. We ate delicious pizza, caught up on our payments and drove home completely broke, but with a full stomach.

Now, years later, we're still behind on car payments but have an incident-free driving record. We don't need consoling but who's still there despite our contentment? You guessed it. Pizza.

Pizza. You are my hero.

December 3, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterStephen Beals

That looks a little uncomfy. Good thing he doesn't have a boner for hot clam chowder.

December 3, 2013 | Unregistered Commenterwit

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