Mason

My streak of bad luck continued last week. Not too serious this time, though. It happened at Friday night pizza. When we walked in to the restaurant, we found three of the guys I spent a week camping & fishing with two summers ago at Ray Cooley’s camp on Loon Lake, sitting at a corner table with their wives. After a couple minutes of chit-chat and a little needling, Mona and I sat at a nearby table. I ordered a small pizza, while Mona ordered a salad. We sat there about 30 minutes, waiting for our order, when our waitress brought coffee and apologized because they couldn’t find my pizza in the kitchen! She said they made another pizza and were just putting it in the oven, and therefore, my coffee was on the house. A short time later my buddies from the corner table, Gary, Arthur and Dickie finished eating and got up to leave. I laughed and said to them, “ I can’t believe they lost my pizza!” Dickie said, “I know. I just ate it!” “What? You ate my pizza?” He said, “Yup. I ordered a sausage and mushroom, and they brought me sausage and pepperoni. So I ate it!” “I can’t believe you did that!”