Wednesday, January 09, 2013
We moved from the burbs to Minneapolis proper a few months ago and found a Little Caesar's Pizza a few blocks from our place. My wife hates it. I really like it. Go fig.
One of the main reasons she doesn't like it is the smell, particularly the garlic dipping sauce. I suppose I noticed it but it was never overpowering enough for me to say, "Yep, that's gross." Last night, I picked one up and brought it home. Ate some downstairs so as not to disturb my wife. She came down later to do laundry and said the whole place reeked of Little Caesar's. I couldn't smell it. Go fig.
I helped her take laundry upstairs and we spent a few minutes talking before I headed back down to wrap up some work. When I opened the downstairs door, the stench was overpowering.
"Yep, that's gross."
P.S. Anyone who wants to live at our place so when I get the urge to get Little Caesar's, you can remind me, "NO!" feel free 'cause I'll probably forget and there will be a next time.