Nice, With A Small Problem

The trip out to Anthro was a lot of fun. Didn't start out that way -- stuff at home delayed me awhile, and then just as I was getting out of town I discovered that Cingular's network didn't think I had a phone or something, and that was another freakin' hour on hold.

Once I got going, though, it was a lovely drive. The directions were kinda wonky -- they led me into the northern part of Pittsburgh, and I mean the residential area. Somewhichwayhow, I got to the hotel without too much incident, and it is a lovely place, and the con folks are all good, and my set last night went well, and the people who work here at the Westin are all great.

With one exception.

There's basically an Uno Express just off the lobby -- they make about a half-dozen varieties of individual deep-dish pizza, not quite as good as an actual Uno's but a good hunk above Pizza Hut or Domino. The girl sitting behind the counter looked kinda bored. I asked if the pizza could be charged to the room. She said, "Yeah, but the thingie's down." The computer.

Fine. I wanted pizza. I looked around. "Do you have a knife and fork?"

"No, we're out."

Fine. $5.89. She gave me back a dime. "We're out of pennies."

"You're also out a customer," I snarled back, and left.

I mean, cah-mon.

Sigh

Tiger Stadium to be torn down.