The other night, I was in my dorm room working on some Econ (if anyone could explain to me Comparative Advantage…do come forth), when I got a call from a strange number.
“Is David there?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“We’re in the parking lot outside Donlon.”
Knowing that there are a couple other David’s in my building, I quickly dismissed the call and said “no…no…wrong person.”
Half an hour later, I get another call from a good friend saying, “GO TO THE PARKING LOT!!”
Going with the flow, I headed downstairs to find a Collegetown Pizza man waiting for me! My friends from home, knowing that it was exam time here at Cornell, called up the local pizza place and ordered me pizza, sodas, and desserts!
I’ll tell you, if there’s one thing that could put a smile on your face after a night of studying…this definitely has to be it.
So thank you, Connecticut friends, for satisfying my desire for pepperoni, cheese, and canoles. And for giving me the opportunity to write “canole” in big red letters.