Pizza and Gorillas

Sometimes when I am feeling really down about something and when that triggers me to feel down about my life in general, I get in my car and drive out to Park Avenue where a Little Ceasar's Pizza is located. I do this for one simple reason: I can always find someone whose life sucks more than mine. How do I know this? Well, two ways:

1. There is often a person dressed as a gorilla holding a Little Ceasar's sign and jumping up and down by the side of the road.
2. If #1 is not the case, there is often a young teenage male wearing a bright orange shirt and holding a sign that is intented to advertise pizza specials. This adolescent is often joyfully playing "air guitar" on his sign and jamming out on his headphones. He thinks he's selling rock music, I am convinced, not just pizza.

The sight of either of these individuals makes me feel good about myself, regardless of how shitty I may feel at the exact moment I see them.