Briiiiiiing, briiiiiiing.
Hello?
Is this lisaknit.com?
Yes?
Yes, I’d like to order the merino pizza number six.
The merino/angora?
Yes.
What kind of toppings?
Oh, everything. Really make it a party.
Okay, so, perhaps you’d like the Mardi Gras, merino angora special?
Sounds good; what’s it got on it?
Well, we’ve got an organic blue cornmeal crust, sauteed orange and red heirloom peppers with baby eggplant, topped with our in-house pesto sauce and stone-baked with three-year-aged Wisconsin cheddar. And perhaps some pepperoni, if you’d care for that as well?
Yes, yes, that sounds wonderful.
Is that for here or to go?
Um, let me think, yeah, to go. It’ll definitely be able to go with just about everything. Yeah.
And how did you want to pay for that?
With size 10s, 53 stitches, and about eight or nine hours.
Very good! We’ll see you then.
‘Bye.
‘Bye.
(With apologies to the cute waiter at the Commodore Inn in New Orleans who actually flirted back with me the summer I was 16. I was smitten: with him, with the French Quarter, with the bouganvillea that draped itself luxuriously down the side of the buildings like cabled baby alpaca, with the horse-drawn carriages on the cobblestones, the whole thing.)