Yesterday I went to work, worked late, then met a friend for Dinner. Pepe's pizza in New Haven. She was insistent on taking the leftovers back for her sister, so she stuck the box at my lower back. I swear every time I had to stop, I felt like I was going to have pizza all over my back. Great time, though.
I must be getting old, though. That greasy pizza gave me terrible heartburn that kept me up most of the night. What's my personal M.D. got to say to that?