Date Night

I succumbed to the pressure today. I called a mandatory date night for our team. I demanded, as any good medical officer would, that pizza be the evening meal. I hadn’t had good pizza since “Old Chicago’s” in Manhattan (Ft Riley). Mind you our only choices for pizza are the DFAC (dining facility) or Pizza Hut on the boardwalk. Yes, I said Pizza Hut on the boardwalk. This base isn’t anywhere as bad as it could be. Don’t be fooled though, this isn’t frickin’ Dave and Busters around here. Anyway, you’d think that’d be a hard decision, eh. Well, after a nanosecond of thought, Pizza Hut won the battle of my wits and after 4 games of mind boggling Scrabble, 4 bottles of Gatorade and one Cuban cigar we progressed to the boardwalk. It was like watching the guys board the space shuttle in slow motion. Pizza Hut was ours. We’d worked up a warrior’s appetite with all that mental stress Scrabble had laid on us. Damned if there weren’t about 15 people in line at that trailer. About one hour later with one cup of coffee on board to sober me from the Gatorade and restore my blown momentum, our pizza came. Then it happened. What would you like to drink? We have Pepsi products. It was a statement I didn’t want to hear. What? No Bass Pale Ale. No Flying Dog. Not even (gulp) Budweiser products for God’s sake. I seriously need to have a chat with Allah. This has gone too far! These people are as bad as Southern Baptists are rumored to be. Not in public please but please check under the sink.