Doggone, Dog’s Back, Now a Cheese Pizza’s Gone

Today has been a whale of a day.

I slept until seven, when I needed to get up at six.  The wind was blowing like crazy.  It pulled the door out of the latch and slammed it against the wrought iron banister on the front steps.  Setting the dogs on a barking jag.

My work day began quietly until sometime after eleven.

An inebriated man walked up to the front desk and began engaging me in conversation while I was checking out another  patron’s items.

May I help you, I asked?

I want to get logged onto a computer, but you look like you are busy right now.

I will help you as soon as I am finished.

While I was logging our gentleman onto a computer, my cell rang my wife’s ring tone.

I called her back.  She was in tears.

Duke’s gone.  He ran off with our new dog Chief.

I comforted her and told her I would call Animal Control.

I went on lunch and called  Animal Control and gave them a description of the dog and my cell number and they said they would look into it.

I called my wife back to let her know they were looking.

As soon as I hung up a call comes in from a local animal control car.  They asked where I lived and proceeded to tell me that a dog fitting my description  was spotted.  He gave me the address and said he would scout around to see what he could find.

I called my wife to tell who where the dog had been seen.

I had five minutes to read before my lunch time was over.

Before I could get into my book,  my wife called to say that she had picked up Duke.

When I walked into the library, I saw a police officer walking out te front door with the inebriated man that I put on the computer.  I found out that he went tot he computer desk and went to sleep, snoring loudly.  One of the librarians tried to wake him but was unsuccessful so she called the nonemergency line to get the police to take him out of the library.

Then I found out that the internet was down throughout the city which complicated man of our normal operating activities.

I did some work to prepare for the next writer’s group meeting.  Then some genealogy searches that did not require a computer.

When we came back online looked as some sports books by an author a patron had suggested.

Then my four o’clock meeting showed up at three-thirty.  We met for twenty minutes and planned a May program.

I got back to my desk totally distracted because the day had had no rhythm and I had no momentum with an hour to go.  We made some plans about an Earth Day display and a display for Cowboy Poetry Week.

I then got a call about the date for a program in June that I had not finished finalizing with the presenter.  I cleaned up my desk (a little) and went home at five.

We decided to order in when I got home.  My wife wanted some cheese bread and I wanted a medium cheese pizza.  When I rang the store I asked about any specials.  They said $5 for a medium one topping pizza, you buy two pizzas.

I don’t need two cheese pizzas I thought.  How much is one cheese pizza?

$9.95.

Rubbing my head, I said two cheese pizzas, bread sticks, yada, yada.  I gave her my card number.

Your card was denied, she said.

I’m not rich, but I knew there was money in the account.  I’m going to read it again just in case I made a mistake.

Oh, it worked this time.

My wife looked at me and said you didn’t misspeak the first time.

We continued to blow off steam until the order came.  I put one pizza in the refrigerator and took the other into the living room with me  I knew this was a bad idea, but I did it anyway.

Can i turn the show on, my wife asked.  We have been power watching The Good Wife.

Oh yes please I said. I’m so sick of our life, I want to escape for a while.

We watched and ate and drank and the next thing I know, that medium pizza had disappeared.    And I couldn’t even blame it on Duke or Chief.

What can I say?  Some people are addicted to alcohol or drugs, but I’m a sucker for hot bubbly cheese.

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