Are they signs…Or omens
While journaling this weekend, I was harping on myself about getting into a regular work-out routine and figuring out how to cut my food intake by half as that would surely produce some results, right?
After I tucked that thought away in my journal and left it on my nightstand, I was quickly reminded of it this week while driving to work.
Part of my route is down Spring Street in the Irish Hill district of Louisville just before I turn onto Payne Street. If you’re unfamiliar with the area, I wouldn’t suggest it for sight seeing. If you know what I’m talking about, then you’ve seen the newly painted walls of the underpass that are below I64…it’s a brightly colored landscape with large Pink-Floyd-concert-like Pigs. Some are walking around, some are flying. Either way, they all are shouting at me now everyday when I whiz by, “Get healthy, you pig!” (Yes, my inner voice can be as cruel as Janice Dickinson sometimes.)
And speaking of signs, the Papa Johns on Shelbyville Road, (or is it Frankfort? It’s right there around the nexus of Frankfort/Lexington/Shelbyville Road where I always assume St. Matthews begins) has a sign out front that reads:
LARGE — John’s Favorite
I presume by “John” they mean John Schnatter…the guy who’s raking it in by selling all these large pizzas. And the reason the large is his favorite? Not because he likes the way it taste, but most likely because his bottomline is going to have a lot more dough if he’s sells more Larges. Seriously, I wonder if John would even eat the Papa John’s pizza from the location that delivers to our neck of the Southern Indiana woods. I doubt he’d make it past ordering from the lackluster-customer service supplied by the teenagers that run the shop.
I’m not trying to beat up on them—their teenagers, I get it. But please, favorite? I’m guessing John’s favorite pizza is the one he gets to eat when he takes his private plane over to Italy and reserves a tiny bistro for him and his twenty closest friends as they vacation with Clooney and drink $3,000 bottles of wine with their meat lovers.
