My wife is a red blooded american known as a gringa in these here parts. Originally from the midwest by way of the west coast of Florida she traveled down to follow a special guy...me.
Anyways, she was an educator (also known as a kindergarten teacher) who had planned a small pizza party for her class. Those kids really dont want much. A slice of pizza and some warm carbonated artificially flavored generic soda does wonders for a kid's self esteem and rewards even the worst Dennis the Menaces of the world. Anyways, she calls the local pizza hut location wanting to order some of america's favorite pizza. One problem...nobody spoke English. This is Pizza Hut for God sakes. First location was in Witchita, Kansas. Creator of the Personal Pan Pizza for less than 2 bucks, the Supreme and one of the few places that actually had Mountain Dew out of a fountain dispenser in the 80s. The home of numerous little league afterparties and that cheap buffet that never has the pizza you really like. Yes..Pizza Hut. Oh nobody could help her satisfy the kids pizza urges. The telephone answering person couldnt help neither could the next person. It was almost noon for god sakes and she was calling one near the downtown of this metropolitan oasis. This wasnt some strange location or franchise or some Johnny come lately local joint with the cheap tablecloths and family working the tables. It was Pizza Hut.
Guess what...they had Dominos.
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