HOLD THE CARROTS

A young Shaquille O'Neal look-a-like(at least 6'8" and beefy) answered his door with what appeared to be women's underpants on his head. He seemed to suffer from acute "light in the loafersness" and while pirouetting around his foyer, refused to accept his pizzas until I would visually confirm that they had been made with extra carrots. We don't do extra carrots, in fact, I know I'm new at this but I don't think we do tubers of any kind and told him so, to his disappointment. I decided against telling him about the roach motels in the whitish chevy. He didn't tip me.