Rained last night. Hard.
The pizza is still up there.
And now I’m a little nervous about what happens next time Old Man Ricksy wants to do roof maintenance.
Yes, it is quite possible to have pizza that is bad enough that the leftovers are Not Worth It.
We actually like Domino’s okay (though the mushrooms on your stash would have sent me shrieking into another room) but I have a leftover pizza story that somewhat rivals yours.
About 28 years ago, we tried a new pizza place not far from where we were living. Not a chain, a local place.
The pizza was mostly edible, but nothing great - and the next day we decided we could not face eating those last 2 slices.
As it happens, we had tickets to see the Flying Karamazov Brothers at Wolf Trap that evening. And one of their things is that the audience is encouraged to bring oddball things for them to attempt to juggle. The performer chooses 3 of the objects. He can make one modification to each. When we’d seen them before, one person brought a handful of spaghetti, another brought a zip-loc bag full of water, and another brought a Slinky (the modification to that was to tie it into a big knot).
Naturally, we brought those two slices of pizza - and our offering was Chosen. The juggler said he could only do one slice, so the audience voted on which slice (“Pizza A - ORRRRRRRR, Pizza B!”). Then he looked at it in horror, said “This has SAUSAGE. I can’t juggle pork on the Shabbas!!” - so he pulled off the sausage before proceeding.
So our single leftover slice of pizza - sans treif topping - helped entertain hundreds of people, in a rather bizarre variation of the biblical loaves and fishes tale.
Surely there are birds in your neighborhood - they should love this high altitude buffet.
Of course, the do tend to crap all over the place…
**MWK
**Old man Ricksy is gonna wait too long and that slice is gonna be permanently glued to his roof.
I suggest cutting letters out of old magazines and newspapers with a warning for him and sneaking it in his mailbox.
Don’t leave any DNA on the note.
You’re welcome. (:))
Birds have better taste than that squirrel, apparently.
Perhaps they do; the pizza is gone now. I have no idea if the birds got it, the squirrel came back for it, or if it washed down and rests now in the man’s rear gutter or what.
The world may never know…
That’s right.
Mum’s the word. 