Hand in hand is the only way to land

Today Mara and I ordered pizza. But not just any pizza. We ordered pizza bianca from Galactic Pizza. If you have never ordered pizza from Galactic Pizza, and you probably haven't, then you have never had a man wearing tights, silver boots, a helmet, and a cape deliver a box of pizza to your apartment complex and then speed away in his little electric scootercar thing. So essentially you haven't lived at all. Because IT'S AMAZING.

Sure, the pizza is good too. But you don't order Galactic for the pizza. You order it so some poor guy in a stupid costume has to give you food. And that makes me happy.