A little story behind this. Question-mark, Zed-wolf and myself decided we needed something to eat on the last day of the con. Despite rumors over food poisoning, Pizza-My-Heart sounded irresistible. So we marched 5 blocks down the streets, waving at kids and adults who honked or shouted at us. 4 blocks later, we arrived at the front door of the pizza place. The staff seemed very surprised as I ordered a large Hawaiian Style to go while in suit. The Cashier Asked my name which I told him "Whiskey". The 3 of us waited out side in the cool evening breeze for 15 minutes while our pizza was cooking. The time went by quickly before the Cashier announced our pizza was ready. We asked him for a picture while sitting at a booth. He was more than happy to and while he snapped a picture, a fellow customer asked if she could have a picture with us also. So she squeezed between us and got a picture with us also. After we got up, the cashier asked if I could email him the pictures. He scribbled down his E-mail address, handed to me and waved good-bye as we exited the restaurant. Good times, good time.
Cheers,
Whiskey