Yesterday, Dad and I had a curbside order to pick up and we decided to head over to Vaccaro’s Pizza and Pasta afterward. They always have great food and service and we hadn’t had pizza in ages. We always get other things from the menu, like the stromboli, antipasto salad, or the shrimp basket.

While we were there, I needed to use the restroom. I’m disabled so I desperately need to use the handicap stall – you know, the bigger one with grab bars and a commode that sits a bit higher. Well, this is not the first time but when I went into the restroom, someone was in that stall. OK, so I thought I’d wait a few. I got tired of waiting and I didn’t want Dad to think I had fallen, so I went back to our table. I waited and waited, watching the restroom for that person to leave. Our pizza came, and we started eating. I still needed in the restroom after 25 minutes and it got to the point where I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to use the regular stall. Ugh. I had a hard time, to say the least. I tweaked the pinched nerve in my spine and made it worse. Fml. When I finally made it out of there and went back to our lunch, that’s when the person in the handicap stall came out. I was pissed. Do you want to know why? It was a damn employee who was in that handicap stall! Not a disabled person!! I wonder if she was on her phone while she was doing her business, for crying out loud. You know how that can eat up your time! Good grief!

We ordered 2 pizzas; one to eat there and the other to take home. I separated that pizza and put it in the freezer for later. Plus we still had half a pizza we didn’t eat so I froze that, too! Their pizza is really, really good! So, we had 2 big 16″ pizza boxes to carry out of the restaurant. Mind you, I can’t walk without crutches, which means I can’t carry the pizza. That would fall on Dad. I asked him, “Can you carry those or do you want me to get one of the girls to carry it out for us?” He said, “I can do it but you may have to carry my cane.” Well, I wouldn’t be able to do that easily so he said, “I’m going to go to the restroom and then I’m going to take my cane out to the car.” I told him to be careful because he falls so easily these days. When he came out of the restroom, he came back to our table. I asked, “I thought you were going to take your cane out to the car?” He said, “I did!” I looked down at his cane and back up at him, back down to his cane…He finally looked down and saw he still had his cane. He rolled his eyes and said, “Goddammit! I’m so stupid!” He took it out to the car, and when he came back he was beating himself up for his error. I told him he wasn’t stupid and not to worry about it. Poor old man. I feel so bad for him these days but we usually get a good laugh out of not only his errors, but mine, too. He’s not alone when it comes to doing something screwy! That’s for sure!

Anyway, we headed home to unload our curbside order, which included some Thanksgiving items. Dad and I will stay home and I’ll make us a small dinner of ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, breadmaker bread, and I found these itty-bitty 4″ pies (included in my curbside order) so I got a blueberry, chocolate, pecan, apple, pumpkin, and cherry. They’re a little small but we don’t have to be pigs! Ha!

In case I get real busy or forgetful…

As we say in my family: Happy Turkey! (Even though Dad and I prefer ham!)