week of pizza

recently ernie experienced pizza deja vu. this means that he ate pizza for several meals in a row; as leftovers, as a guest, as a guy at work, as a guy at home.

we like to eat geppetto's pizza. when we were southern dwellers we ate wedgy's pizza. our favorite pizza maker had a long skinny ponytail that stuck through the exit of his ball cap. his red wedgy's ball cap. he had humongous glasses that were a peachy colored plastic. he was greasy, as was his hair, as was his pizza. he was skinny with skin that slung over the bones of his elbows and cheekbones. he was a real piece of work. he was old and worked at the wedgy's that took only five turns in the car once we left our drive before we sat in their drive. a wedgy cost under eight dollars a pizza. we ate them frequently. far too frequently. if we still lived on woodfern circle i'm sure i'd be blogging "wedgy's, again." at least once a week.

a geppetto's pizza is more pricey, something under thirteen dollars a pizza. it's totally better pizza and there are moments in the day we can just taste a geppetto's pizza with green olives. when we can taste it at odd moments in the day it's a surefire guarantee that we're going to order.

tonight ernie walked into pick the thing up and the girl said, "hello, mr. greene." even the greased ponytail (we jokingly refer to him as "gracen" because he's skinny, like gracen, and has a long blonde ponytail, like gracen, and is as blind as fanny crosby without his glasses, also like gracen. there the similarities come to a screeching halt, of course, but it's fun to tease gracen so, all the same.) never called either of us by name.