Food on the Road
I've learned a lesson tonight about getting food while in a strange town. You never know when you might be in a place where the business hours are strange and the weather absolutely sucks. Maybe by looking at my mistakes, you can avoid your own.
The game had just ended and I was soaked to the bone. USC squeaked by Cal 24-17 and despite the fact that I looked like I had just taken a shower with all my clothes on while hanging on to a video camera, I was feeling pretty good.
On our way back to the media lot, I discovered I had two major needs. First, I needed to raise my core temperature above 45 degrees. Apparently I shouldn't have driven home as the involuntary shivers coursing through my body were causing the car to dance in the lane. Secondly, I needed to eat. The spread in the press box was good, but since it's mostly outside and since six hours of rain has a way of penetrating anything, I wasn't seeing a soggy steak sandwich as a viable option.
Once we got back to the hotel, I fired up the shower. I thought about calling for pizza but since my hands were shaking to badly, I was unable to hold my cell phone and read the numbers at the same time. So, after turning the bathroom into a veritable Russian steam bath, my body temp returned to normal. Now, it was food time.
I was about to call Caitlin to see if she wanted to go eat when I remembered that she had told me she was heading back into campus to hang out with friends. This meant the car was gone. No big deal. In our hotel room was a menu for a 24 hour delivery service. I called the number and was placed on hold for 10 minutes. I hung up the phone noticing that it was almost 10 o'clock.
My next bet was to call for pizza. There is no time limit on pizza. Where I went to school, you can order a pizza at four in the morning and they don't bat an eye-- they ask if you want the early-bird special. Apparently, this is not the case in Berkeley. I called six local pizza joints and each reacted as if I had asked for their life savings when I requested a large pepperoni and sausage.
I finally stumbled across a chain place at about 10:25. I figured this would work fine. It's a chain, these places have nothing to do but sell pies. I'm all set. Not so fast.
Pizza Delivery Chain Employee: Thanks for calling
Me: Hi, I'd like a pizza for delivery?
PDCE: Sure, can you please hold?
<90 seconds later>
PDCE: Thanks for holding. Is this for delivery or pick-up?
Me: For delivery.
PDCE: Sorry man, we actually can't deliver anymore since we close in like, two minutes.
Me: Alright, well, how about for pick-up?
PDCE: Uh... We're actually all out of dough and stuff. So, there's nothing I can do for ya.
Me: Lemme get this straight. You put me on hold just to tell me that you can't give me any pizza then gave me two options, neither of which were actually available?
PDCE: Uh, basically yeah...
Me: So is it just me that see the problem here or do you get what's going on, too?
PDCE: Listen man, I got other customers...
Me: Oh, you mean other customers you can't give "dough and stuff?"
I was angry... and hungry.
I ended up walking over to the 76 station and eating a gas-station dinner. I should have just gone to bed.