Day 47: In Search of a Pizza

It was a rainy day for the Fool. The Fool walked in rain. Rain, o' rain.

By late afternoon, the rain stopped. Our weary wet walker reached the small town of Beaver. He stopped at Crosier's Convenient, just off the highway. Inside, he asked the round, fleshy woman behind the counter about a pizza joint Google Maps said was about a mile or two down the road. The humorless woman adamantly denied the existence of such place and recommended the Fool load up with their food. After accepting the fact that he had to settle for whatever food this small Mart had to offer, the Fool ordered a sandwich and ate his meal on a bench outside as he dried out some of his rain-soaked items. About 30 minutes later, the corpulent woman came outside and basically told the Fool he had to leave. "Really?" he exclaimed, totally taken aback, "I have to go right now?"

Her only response was, "There's no loitering here, sir."

The Fool hit the road again, still moist, but boiling with anger. And he became even more enraged as he stumbled upon the Wagon Wheel Carryout & Pizza‎ Restaurant a couple miles down the road -- right where Google said it was. Lesson here is: Locals don't know jack shit beyond their little worlds.