Today Lloyd had to go to Omaha with a fellow
computer geek honorable person to some Drupal/computer/insert-geeky-words-here meet-up. I decided to tag along since all of The Stuff is there. (Not at the meet-up, silly, in the Big City.) I just kept quiet in the car while they talked programming nonsense. (Don’t they know that computers are powered by elves? Elves who failed Cookie Baking?)
I dropped off the boys with their fellow honorable people so they could talk their techie talk, and went window shopping. I visited the snooty mall and Whole Foods, then just drove around for a while. On my drive I saw this:
What the what? Does that say what I think it says?
No way! That has to be a typo. National headquarters?
It was not a typo. The national headquarters of an obviously Chicago-inspired pizza chain is located in the middle of corn country. I felt duped! I went up to the doors to have it out with the Godfather’s Pizza people and demand that they reimburse me for my betrayed childhood trust.
Nobody was home, but you can faintly see photos of the Godfather on the wall to the left. Maybe he retired in Omaha, which would make me feel better.
Now, go order some pizza.