We had heard the rumors, but we thought our neighbors were exaggerating. Surely not in 2006. Surely not after all the work that's been done, all the progress that's been made.
The rumor didn't even cross our minds when we called Papa John's on Sunday evening. One large pepperoni, one two-liter coke, delivery please.
No problem, they told us. It'll be 30 minutes, they told us.
And then they called us back. Charles the Great took the call and reported that the conversation went thusly: "Uh, yeah, man, I checked with my delivery drivers, and, uh, they won't go down there after dark. Sorry. Uh, you can come pick it up..."
The rumors were true. You really can't get a pizza delivered to downtown North Little Rock after dark.
We laughed, loaded Peanut up in the truck, and went to pick up our pizza. What else could we do?
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this.
Got the formerly-blighted-neighborhood blues? Sing me a little ditty.
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Thanks for the shout-out! I'm happy to help a friend in need of a flashlight. I bet it came in handy when you had to go pick up your pizza in the dark! :)
My neighborhood blues story:
My dog barks a lot. And by 'a lot,' I mean all day long at any little noise. There have been several occasions when I've thought to myself "I bet my neighbors really hate me and my dog." But six months into living there, no one has ever mentioned a word of it--much less complained--so I've just let her bark (as long as it's not annoying me). Until yesterday. Yesterday is when it happened. As my dog and I were walking back up to our building from our afternoon stroll, my right-above-me neighbor pulled up and got out of her car. As we both approached the walk up to our building at the same time, she smiled and said "hi." "Hey! How are you?" I replied. "Good." And then she looked down at the dog (who was pulling at the leash just itching to get a good sniff of this person). "So you're the one I hear yippin' all the time, huh?" she says. Crap. She CAN hear my dog. "Oooohhh, I'm so sorry." Is all I can manage to get out. "Oh it's fine." She kinda laughs. But really, that was code for "tell your dog to shut the eff up!"
Sigh...now, if I ever want to be able to show my face in front of my neighbors again, I'm going to have to try to keep my dog quiet, and if you knew my dog, you'd know that it's not gonna be easy...
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