Philly Cheese Pizza?

Philly Cheese Pizza?

Once I got on the ground yesterday, everything was fine. National gave me the option of one of two cars. Both were Sunbirds. One was gold, the other was red. I got in the gold car which was plastered with no smoking stickers. It smelled like smoke. I tried the red one, which lacked any no smoking stickers but didn't smell like smoke. I took the red one.

I discovered this afternoon that my rental car has a nice ding in it. I hope National does not try to blame me for that.

Work was pretty bland today. I shadowed one of our senior consultants out in the field. We did four plodding hours of work and then called it a day. Tomorrow will probably be even shorter. I might try to get an earlier flight back, but we'll see, because sitting in an airport for hours isn't fun.

Philly seems to have three things in abundance which I believe are someone connected. There are a million Pizza places in the city. There are about 10 pizza places within walking distance of my hotel. I've never heard of a Philly pizza, but I guess it's, as a friend described it, "an east coast thing". There was even a pizza ad on my hotel key card (pictured left). I simply can't express how many pizza places there are here.

There is an abundance of fat people. No doubt this is connected to the abundance of pizza places. People have no choice and therefore must eat at aftermentioned pizza joints.

Lastly, there is an abundance of strip joints. The way I see it, men become so fat and disgusting on the pizza that they must buy the companionship of a woman.

So that's Philly in a nutshell. I think Springsteen nailed the tone of this place in that song.

Oh, I had pizza for dinner.