October 8: My Long Walk for Pie

There is an old saying in Michigan that we have two seasons: Winter and Construction. That's because 8 out of 12 months of every year features road work across the state; both major and minor. Locally, there's a mess a short ways from our house. Tonight, the gang decided they wanted pizza, which meant I had to head directly into the mess in order to secure the pie. Upon arriving to the construction area, I patiently waited 10 minutes for the traffic to advance far enough for me to turn left into the pizza establishment. Yet, when those 10 minutes came and went, I realized the road was blocked off before my turn. I didn't intend to wait another 10 minutes to pass through the upcoming intersection, turn around and head back in order to turn right into the pizza parking lot. Thus, I took a left into the final drive before that lane ended, which happened to be a bowling alley, and parked there. I then walked maybe half a block over to the pizza place, got our pie (and breadsticks, of course) and walked back to the car, food in hand. I have to admit, it was the first time I went to such lengths, ridiculous as they may be, to get a pizza. Should have just went with delivery like my wife wanted to in the first place. The capper? It was the worst pizza I think we ever had.