I think it was back in 1999. I was Assistant Manager at Pizza Pipeline in Orem. I am really sorry if you had a late pizza that year; I wasn't a very good manager. I hated my job, mostly; I had dropped out of BYU to take a management position (hindsight IS 20/20, kids: stay in school!), $350/week and all the pizza I could eat wasn't enough. I'm still working on that degree ...
I had to work every Sunday (as well as every other day of the week, 9am to 2 or 3 am) and I came in to open up. We expected to be pretty busy, people seem to like pizza to watch football with, even in Utah county, I guess.
As I went back into the office, I didn't so much notice anything right away, but I felt something was off. Then it hit me: the safe was sitting there open and empty. I had made a deposit of several thousand dollars the night before and only left like $50 in the till and a few bucks and change in all 10 of the drivers change bags, but someone had taken it. Did I somehow forget to lock the safe? No, no way! It turned out that some former manager had broken a window in the basement and helped himself to the booty. No one had bothered to change the combination since he'd been fired (lucky for him), and we were pretty darn sure we knew exactly who it was.
But it kind of freaked me out. Had he been there, waiting in the basement while I was counting money? Was he armed? Had he planned on jumping me before I took in the deposit and chickened out when he realized I wasn't alone? Fortunately, the official manager (I.E. the guy who got paid like he did the stuff I had to do) had to come in to fix the ice machine. We left at the same time.
But when Super Bowl rolls around, I think back to that.
Then there was the Super Bowl 2 years ago. I had a new new born (just under 2 weeks old) and we decided to head up to Idaho to watch the game with the in-laws. I ate the shrimp. Right around bedtime, new baby Canon started projectile vomiting, not just spitting up or even throwing up, but shooting regurgitated breast milk a foot out of his mouth by the gallon. During the night, I continued to feed him, as I was petrified that he would become dehydrated and die and it would be all my fault: I ate the shrimp. I gathered a stack of absorbant towels around me and tried to build a little protective fort around the reclining rocker. He vomited 3 more times and I didn't sleep for a minute until my husband came in around 7 to bring me my pain medicine (as I was recovering from the C-section). But, by the light of the new day, the baby was healed, no more throwing up, no noticeable ill effects, and uneventful ride home.
Today I am feeling sick, the snow is flying AGAIN. I went to church and decided that in heaven we had to prove our intelligence had power to rightly control our spirits (or not - see War in Heaven) and, here on Earth, we have to prove that our intelligence has power to rightly control our physical bodies. Choose the Right, boys and girls.
And just in case, don't eat the shrimp.
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