re: Johnny's Pizza

Okay, my Johnny's Pizza story

So in 2004 my brother is getting married in Huntsville, AL. We are living in Shreveport at the time. He asks us to bring him a Johnny's Pizza. So being that I am awesome, I tell him I will.

So my wife, kids and my cousin set out Friday afternoon in our 2001 Tahoe. I should have stopped in Ruston, but for purely nostalgic reasons I get off at Calhoun (we used to be members of Pine Hills Country Club and ate at that Johnny's all the time). We eat and get a Sweep the Kitchen and a Meat Plus to go.

I drive down Hwy 80 towards Cheniere-Drew road and turn right to back towards I-20. then I see a big fat doe in the road. Like, literally standing in the road. I slam on the brakes, it bolts in front, we clip it with the right side of the vehicle.

So I limp down to the public library and watch as all my anti freeze flows out. We call my parents in Huntsville, the police, and a wrecker. My mother calls an old tennis friend of hers and they pick us up and loan us their mini van. Which I thought was awfully generous seeing as how I just had wrecked a car.

We stayed that night. Rented a car the next morning (which is always a pain in the arse because I don't have a major credit card), and headed out. We get to Huntsville, I've made reservations at the lodging on Redstone Arsenal and they just loved my rental car at the gate.

To sum it all up, my brother never eats the first bite of that pizza. We all ate it after the wedding. My uncle later tells me I shold have shoved that pizza up his arse.