tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post5980581220718737604..comments2023-11-05T01:56:30.157-07:00Comments on Wear Gloves and Protective Eyewear: Why I'm Not In the Pizza BusinessMalathionmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15207262909930819342noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-38226049359940425492007-04-18T23:12:00.000-07:002007-04-18T23:12:00.000-07:00I did read that link and totally understand where ...I did read that link and totally understand where you are coming from... ESPECIALLY having lived with my dad, the cop, for so long.<BR/>I hope neither of us ever has to face a gun pointed at our heads ever... in our lives.<BR/>Yikes!NBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08693376789638443376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-21522100785089301832007-04-17T08:16:00.000-07:002007-04-17T08:16:00.000-07:00i was a little caesars girl myself. i was never ...i was a little caesars girl myself. <BR/><BR/>i was never held up, but my boyfriend at the time swiped a sleeve of cups when my back was turned. <BR/><BR/>the cups showed up the next weekend at a frat party. <BR/><BR/>pizza, pizzanejyerfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09308206206752686464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-44821322529618656362007-04-16T07:37:00.000-07:002007-04-16T07:37:00.000-07:00Ah yes, I was held up, too, at my part-time job in...Ah yes, I was held up, too, at my part-time job in HS working at Vic's Cornpopper. Though I don't know the feeling of a gun to my neck, I do clearly remember seeing that loaded revolver pointed at my gut; six silver tips waiting to go.<BR/><BR/>I'm a natural people-watcher. In the 1m visit I was able to give the police a complete description from the Harley-Davidson bandana, mirrored sunglasses, blue-and-purple flannel shirt, faded blue jeans, and white Conversen hi-tops.<BR/><BR/>They caught him 3 days later. I thought I had dealt with that just fine until a few years ago when hubs took me to a shooting range. I'm great with a rifle. But when I held that .38 I started sobbing uncontrollably. Needless to say we wrapped up that day pretty quickly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-81890089976663103932007-04-14T20:23:00.000-07:002007-04-14T20:23:00.000-07:00G- That still cracks me up. Who actually needs "Be...G- That still cracks me up. Who actually needs "Beauty Control"<BR/><BR/>Nat- Read the linked story, having the cops point a gun at me made me more nervous.<BR/><BR/>Stepmonster- You don't know how many times I've said, "Fucking Raiders"<BR/><BR/>NEDL- Hi, back at you.<BR/><BR/>Nora- I have hid many anchovies in my pizza making days. Bury it under some extra cheese and they never know it until it is too late.<BR/><BR/>Yvonne- Uhh, right about that whole teddy bear thing. Just dumb luck about the money in the desk.Malathionmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15207262909930819342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-73941404882857262492007-04-14T11:59:00.000-07:002007-04-14T11:59:00.000-07:00hey sweet friend, glad you liked the Teddy Bears.....hey sweet friend, glad you liked the Teddy Bears... ;) Oh come on now, admit it... deep down you have this insatiable urge to hug 'em and squeeze 'em and call 'em Goerge. ;) I'm really glad that your incident with the robbers worked out in your favour... getting away with 400.00 is much better than getting away with your life. And smart thinking, keeping the bulk of the money in an alias location; was that on purpose or by coincidence?<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I must run. Crazy busy these days... but who isn't, right? I hope you're well my friend, and lets hope your weekend is spilling over with goodness and sunshine,... and teddy bears. heehee See you soon. (hug). Yvonne.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-10621222599987649252007-04-13T20:35:00.000-07:002007-04-13T20:35:00.000-07:00Crazy! I am glad it was all okay. I read the oth...Crazy! I am glad it was all okay. I read the other story you linked, I can see why you were concerned. <BR/>One time while working in cotton fields in Phoenix at night, (I'll have to explain why another time)I nearly hit an "intruder" on the head with the shovel because my coworker had me convinced it was the boogie man, turned out to be a cop. Glad I didn't.<BR/><BR/>So anyway I am hungry, how about a thirty minute pizza dude? Hold the anchovies and the malathion, but add some capsium okay?White Hot Magikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963122263474729156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-63553594313980941862007-04-13T18:38:00.000-07:002007-04-13T18:38:00.000-07:00Just wanted to say Hi and let you know I stopped b...Just wanted to say Hi and let you know I stopped by, have a great weekend!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-87552850261865566422007-04-13T13:45:00.000-07:002007-04-13T13:45:00.000-07:00Hayward... what the hell you thinkin man... fuckin...Hayward... what the hell you thinkin man... fucking Raiders!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-86127113548339449772007-04-13T08:31:00.000-07:002007-04-13T08:31:00.000-07:00Man, that would have scared the hell out of me. I...Man, that would have scared the hell out of me. I think I would have quit my job, right then and there.<BR/>I'm ever so glad you made it through that scene. Holy Cow!NBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08693376789638443376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701429128385577996.post-14006339758163336422007-04-13T05:33:00.000-07:002007-04-13T05:33:00.000-07:00Woah! I don't even had a funny, sarcastic, or oth...Woah! I don't even had a funny, sarcastic, or otherwise snarky comment to make about this entry. Glad you're here to blog about it! :o)<BR/><BR/>Oh, and you're Beauty control comment cracked me up! Good for you for thinking your wife's beauty is out of control! ;o)Guineverehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12491322571179208758noreply@blogger.com