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I like the time that the local pizza place delivered a small pizza...that's it...to me -- in the middle of nowhere -- and the kid called me a minute before he got to the house to give me time to get ready, brought it right up to the door with a smile on his face, thanked me for the tip, and told me to have a nice nite. Who does that anymore? I didn't even care that all the cheese had oozed to one side of the pizza. The beating his car took coming down the road of doom for a tiny pizza, and the kid was still smiling? Amazing.
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