I’m A Writer Because The Pizza Delivery Person Says So

I ordered a pizza for a little nourishment this evening and it was just delivered. Thin crust. I’ve decided it’s really the only way to go. I went to college in Chicago so I know how thick pizzas can really get but I have to say that thin is better. Thin and crispy.

But that wasn’t actually the point of this little anecdote. The point was the woman who delivered my pizza asked me, “Are you a writer for television?”

I was momentarily caught off-guard.


“Are you a writer for television?”

“Oh! Uh, no.”

“Ah. Well, you look like a writer. See ya.”


So there you go. The pizza delivery person says so.