The Skins won yesterday, which means all kinds of tasty free toppings from Pappy Johns. The wizzle and I agreed to limit it to 4 ( hawaiian, sausage, extra cheese) because the 8 free toppings from the 4 touchdowns yesterday would make the pizza uncookable. Not to mention the unneccessary toppings would simply look uncouth in the face of unpredictably good sporting events, even in overtime. We wouldn’t want to look proud, devious or conceited (WAS 36 – JAX 30).

But that’s not the clincher here. Today, I came home from work as usual and took off my jacket. My first thought was, “well K isn’t home yet so maybe I’ll order the Redskin’s Special myself … a Four toppings, medium pizza from Papa Johns.”

[knock, knock]

I opened the door and there was the Papa Johns delivery man, holding what was likely a hawaiian, sausage, extra cheese pizza like I had just then thought about. “Um … what do I owe ya?”

I paid the man and he left, meanwhile I felt an undeserved amount of ease in ordering my meal. The exchange was instant in fact. Clearly, my wife had ordered the pizza before she was commuting home. It was easily explainable. But for a moment, I had thought about a specific pizza from a specific food service company and it had knocked on my door with only neuronic effort.

Yep. Being omnipotent sure would be neato.