This is Saturday's post!
We arrived in Glasgow a little punch drunk. Greg was to pick up the air bnb keys at a cafe next door to the flat. The joke of pizza key took many forms. For Monica, it was to not accidentally touch the pizza next to the keys. For me, it was the idea of Greg being so hungry he couldn't decide to take the pizza or the keys. Then the notion of using a slice as a key. I was laughing heartily.
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