“We should order pizza.”
We were in Montana on the side of I-90. Waiting for a tow truck. In the snow.
“I don’t think they deliver pizza to the side of interstate,” I said.
“We won’t know until we call,” my sister said.
To my sister Melissa, everything was an adventure. Car breaks down? Opportunity to see if we can get pizza delivered roadside. While I watched from the car, my sister hopped a fence and met the pizza guy in a random field. …