is how I started the email to my train posse and continued it with “today is our Pizza Party for Joe’s Birthday on the 5:04.”
Some years ago....I don’t recall exactly how it all started – but that my tall (6’8”) guy friend, Robin, and I were on a train, sitting up top and we realized that when we stopped at Downers Main Street – the door to our car lined up exactly with the door to Aurelio’s Pizza....so we got this idea - let's call and ask them if they would deliver pizza to our train car....and it has been a train tradition ever since.The day of our designated pizza party I will call Cookie (yes, that is the name of the day manager at Aurelio’s) and place our order....two fiesta-sized pizzas with American bacon and black olives (Robin’s original choosing and now a “have to”) – to be ready to go no later than 5:20 p.m. with instructions that upon seeing the 5:24 pull into the station – they are to walk the pizzas directly across the street to our train car and for that we tip them $5.00.
If it all works out - I, and another posse member, are waiting to get off the train car first, we meet the pizza guy/girl – get the pizzas, pay up the 5 buck tip and jump back on the train to eat pizza and drink beer all the way to the end of the line.
How is that for a nice way to end your work day?
So, in honor of today’s train-pizza-party-celebration, I will give a tip of my mobster hat to a well-loved, train posse member, Birthday Joe.
Way to go!