Back in college, my roommate facetiously put Papa John's phone number on our list of "emergency" numbers. Turns out he knew more than he thought he did. How so? Well, when Omaha resident Eric Olsen needed to get a hold of his grandmother, Claire Olsen, but she'd lost phone service due to Hurricane Matthew.
Thinking quickly, he ordered a pizza from Papa John's for his grandmother, with the request (and I presume a tip) that the delivery person call him when the pizza was delivered, and, if possible, let him talk to his grandmother.
End of story; grandmother was fine, and the pizza was fantastic. Well done, Eric.
The patterns are here. I am not a prophet. - I am not a shepherd or a dresser of sycamore trees. I am an academic psychiatrist, sitting in an airport lounge. Sweet life, you say. But over the last two...
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