Breaded
I think the woman across the street is having an affair with the Schwann's man. Her husband does construction and is gone on jobs for months at a time. In fact, last summer, I actually thought they had gotten divorced, he'd been gone so long.
Anyway, he's off somewhere on a job again, and the Schwann's truck will be parked randomly in front of their house for lengthy periods of time. A few weeks ago, it was there for over an hour. At ten o'clock at night.
My mother said to my father, "You think he's making a delivery?"
My father snorted. "Not likely." He paused, and then said, "Well. Maybe pepperoni."
These people are where I get it from.
Anyway, he's off somewhere on a job again, and the Schwann's truck will be parked randomly in front of their house for lengthy periods of time. A few weeks ago, it was there for over an hour. At ten o'clock at night.
My mother said to my father, "You think he's making a delivery?"
My father snorted. "Not likely." He paused, and then said, "Well. Maybe pepperoni."
These people are where I get it from.