Web-site musings

             Though he was only the smallest pizza delivery boy - not that being a pizza delivery boy made him any less important than, say, a doctor, or a police officer, because even doctors and police officers need to eat pizza so they can save lives – in the smallest pizzeria in the smallest town in the smallest county in the state, Randy could not help but feel that it was his job and his job alone to act in the best interest of him and all those that came after him, a conclusion he came upon during these several strange encounters he had with the less than ordinary customer between seven forty-five and eight-thirty that evening: first, the phone call when the customer ordered a human spinal fluid and cerebellum pizza (without cheese!) that clued him into the fact that this customer did not have a very healthy diet; second, the strange series of beeps and boops he received when he asked for the customer’s name that were followed by the customer saying, “I mean, common American