After a long day we´re heading back to the hotel where my dinner awaits in form of an MRE. We can´t find a single place to eat downtown New Orleans. When we enter the hotel a man walks up and gives a pizzabox to the receptionist, leaves and get back in his car. I run outside and knock on his window.
-Is there a place around here to get some pizza??
-Here, you can have this one!
I look on his shirt and it says FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency). A whole pepparoni pizza, and it was goooooooooood...
p.s. To make sure we stay independent we paid back the federal government by giving FEMA our 10 gas can... :-) d.s
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
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