Chapter 14: Getting Down to Brass Tacks
The few times Dan and I get pizza, we prefer a local Italian place that has really good homemade pies to the big box chain names. But my dad is the type who never orders food from anywhere he hasn’t eaten before, which severely limits our options. No matter how much I try to sell Luigi’s to him, he wants Papa John’s. Fine. The upside is Papa John’s delivers, and if Dad calls it in, then he’ll give them his credit card over the phone, so if I’m lucky, I won’t have to actually pay my part of dinner at all.
And really, why should I? I’m footing the bill for everyone’s stay, aren’t I? Who even knows how long that’ll be?
Ray tries to get a pizza all to himself by ordering something he thinks no one else will like; he pulls this stunt every time, wantin
