We have new products at my workplace named after teenage mutant ninja turtles. I was a huge fan as a kid, so I get a kick out of calling pizzas "Donatello" and "Raphael." I think they probably appeal more to people my age than kids today because those recipes have a number of toppings, and children generally like only cheese or maybe one topping. The Michelangelo pizza includes pineapple and jalapeño. I would totally eat that. But not when I was eight. Customers can also choose "katana cut" which is only 4 slices instead of 8, hey, faster and less work for me so that's cool. It would be more fun if we actually used swords though. My inner child is happy. My weekend was more entertaining than usual.
I saw a coyote out on delivery. We've been warned there are quite a few in our densely human populated suburbs here, as in keep your pets inside or they could be eaten. This is the first time I've seen one though, so I thought it was cool. It surprises me because this is Tampa Bay, Florida, near the gulf beaches. Seagulls and palm trees look normal here. I always thought of coyotes as a southwestern American thing. We have more large birds of prey, squirrels, bunnies, wildlife in general than when I was younger. This is also good, I think, but I'm glad my cat is indoors, safe from the coyotes.
I had to avoid hitting a turtle crossing the road. I wanted to stop and help him out, but hot pizzas in the truck must reach their destination as quickly as possible. I'm sure he was fine, he was gone when I came back. Those guys are tough. They have ninja skills. Radical, dude.
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