When my Dad was twenty years old, he had a couple of friends that were brothers - Frankand Dan Carney. My dad lived in Topeka, and they went to school in Witchita. The brothers had this idea to open a pizzeria. Back then, Pizza was a relatively new thing to the US. They were looking for people to throw money in the hat and become partners. They offered my Dad a slice of the pizza pie for $100.00. Back in 1958, $100.00 was a lot of money compounded with not knowing if anyone would actually want to eat pizza, made my dad decline their offer.
Yup. I could have been the PIZZA HUT HEIRESS.
Cry with me, won't you?
*This is a real honest to goodness story.