for the Hungarian Ice,” I said. Just then my phone rings again. “Hello. No, the pizza is not ready. This is not a pizza shop,” I tell the girl who sounds like my daughter. She doesn’t believe me. Thinks I’m kidding her. “I’m sorry, but you must have the wrong number. I can’t make pizza, but I can make a great Dinette Cake,” I tell her. Now she is getting annoyed. I ask her what number she is dialing and she only says the place down the street. Now, I’m getting annoyed! She finally agrees she must have the wrong number and hangs up. I check the incoming call log on my phone and see her two calls, but it only says “restricted” next to the number. Don’t know if I’ve been taken or she has. But anyway, someone out there in cyberland sounds just like my daughter, who is now enjoying her Polish Ice with my Grand daughter Camille. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Photo of grandkids with Caden on left, Camille in the center and Courtney on the right
Saturday, June 26, 2010
The "Faux Pizza Man" Story
It was an ordinary day. I’m sitting on the beach at Ocean City, NJ. My daughter Brynn and my granddaughter Camille are heading up to the boardwalk to get a Polish Ice. I motion to Camille to come to me and I tell her that when she gets up to the boardwalk to ask her mom if she can have a Hungarian Ice instead. At 6 years old, she still believes anything her Tampah (that’s what all my Grandkids call me) tells her. Well, they head to the boardwalk and about five minutes later my cell phone rings and I dig it out of my beach bag. “Hello,” I say. On the other end comes, “We want to order a regular pizza.” Sounds just like my daughter so I play along. “OK. Need any chips or any Hungarian Ice to go with it?” “No, just the pizza.” Then I tell her it will be ready in about 20 minutes and to call back to make sure it is ready. The end. Ten minutes later Brynn and Camille return with their Polish Ice and I tell her the pizza will be ready soon. She just looks at me, but doesn’t say anything. Then I see her reach into her beach bag and pull out her cell phone. Uh, Oh! “Brynn, did you just call me and order a pizza?” I ask her. “No, why?” “Cause I thought you were getting back at me for the Hungarian Ice,” I said. Just then my phone rings again. “Hello. No, the pizza is not ready. This is not a pizza shop,” I tell the girl who sounds like my daughter. She doesn’t believe me. Thinks I’m kidding her. “I’m sorry, but you must have the wrong number. I can’t make pizza, but I can make a great Dinette Cake,” I tell her. Now she is getting annoyed. I ask her what number she is dialing and she only says the place down the street. Now, I’m getting annoyed! She finally agrees she must have the wrong number and hangs up. I check the incoming call log on my phone and see her two calls, but it only says “restricted” next to the number. Don’t know if I’ve been taken or she has. But anyway, someone out there in cyberland sounds just like my daughter, who is now enjoying her Polish Ice with my Grand daughter Camille. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Photo of grandkids with Caden on left, Camille in the center and Courtney on the right
for the Hungarian Ice,” I said. Just then my phone rings again. “Hello. No, the pizza is not ready. This is not a pizza shop,” I tell the girl who sounds like my daughter. She doesn’t believe me. Thinks I’m kidding her. “I’m sorry, but you must have the wrong number. I can’t make pizza, but I can make a great Dinette Cake,” I tell her. Now she is getting annoyed. I ask her what number she is dialing and she only says the place down the street. Now, I’m getting annoyed! She finally agrees she must have the wrong number and hangs up. I check the incoming call log on my phone and see her two calls, but it only says “restricted” next to the number. Don’t know if I’ve been taken or she has. But anyway, someone out there in cyberland sounds just like my daughter, who is now enjoying her Polish Ice with my Grand daughter Camille. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Photo of grandkids with Caden on left, Camille in the center and Courtney on the right
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