Besides going partially deaf for one day Liz and I had a great time back in Iowa. We got to see almost the whole gang, I went to Harris twice, got some Whitey’s, saw Tyler’s new house, saw Josh’s new house and even watched an episode of Dr. Who.
One interesting moment was at Harris with my mom we ordered a pepperoni and pepperjack, the usual, and the waitress kinda looked at me for a moment. She said, “Pepperjack….cheese?” The next night Liz and I went with Josh and Erin back to Harris for round two. This time we got sausage and pepperjack. I was relating the story from the previous night and even pointed out the waitress. Our waitress for that night comes over, we tell her what we want and shes says, “Pepperjack….cheese?” It was pretty hard not to laugh. I looked across the table at Josh and almost started busting up laughing. Luckily I held it in.
What else comes in pepperjack? We looked at the menus and under toppings it says, “Pepperjack.” There’s no “cheese” after it or anything else. I felt like saying, “Oh, it comes in cheese? That sounds awesome. I’ll try that.” Unfortunately we’ve all grown up and we aren’t sarcastic and obnoxious to wait staff anymore.
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