I went to the neighborhood pizza joint the other night for take-out. We rarely get take-out, mainly because we aren’t in a very “take-out friendly” area. This particular pizza place might as well be throwing Di’Jiorno’s in their ovens, they are seriously that tasty. But after a tough Friday at work and absolutely no desire to cook, take-out Di’Jiorno rip-off it was!
I called in my order and arrived at the twenty minutes later mark I was given, only to be told it wasn’t ready yet. I can’t imagine why, I was the only customer in the place at the horrific dining hour of 5:30pm. But believe me, not having food on the table for my kids by 6pm is like feeding Gizmo after midnight. You really don’t want to go there.
Anyways, as I sat waiting for my pizza to cook I was greeted by what had to be the heavy metal station on Satellite Radio. And I mean HEAVY metal. I didn’t even realize people listened to metal anymore! This made me take a second look at my chef’s of the evening, both of whom I noticed were wearing black tees with the names of bands I had never even heard of. I actually work in the music industry, I know music, even music I don’t like, and these were foreign to me.
Did I mention the date of this excursion was Friday, April 20th? As in 4-20? As I stare in wonder another person comes through the front door looking eerily like the two behind the counter. When he walks up to the counter the cashier asks, “Hey man, how’s your holiday going?” His “holiday”?? I pondered this question for a minute before it hit me that it was in fact 4-20, the international stoner holiday. Once I understood the greeting the next thing I pondered was, why didn’t he ask me how my holiday was going? Hey, I’m not exactly puffing my way to work every morning, but I must admit, I felt somewhat discriminated against for not being included in the festivities.
As the two discussed their celebrations for the occasion my pizza came out of the oven. “Ma’am, your pizza is ready?” Who in the hell is MA’AM! Realizing I am the only female in the room, I am mortified to have to answer his call of the old and dull. When did I become ma’mm, when was I no longer invited to join in on ridiculously stupid holidays created to encourage bad behavior, and someone please tell me when I started eating dinner at the ridiculous hour of 6pm??? I am so un-cool. So, so, very un-cool.