Thursday, December 29th, 2011 12:23:15

New Year, God’s Grace

Last night, after traveling from Atlanta, my family and I arrived — hungry and tired — in Des Moines, Iowa. We are staying in the home of a friend who is out of town and decided to order pizza. I found a restaurant on Google Maps and called to place the order, only to be informed that I had reached the wrong location. The man on the other end of the line gave me the number of a different location, which I called. The promised delivery time was 45 minutes to an hour. Not too speedy, I thought, but good enough. I began to unpack for my husband, two children and myself.

About an hour later, driven by my daughter’s pleas for food, I called the restaurant back to check on our order. The news that we were not in their delivery area and they could not/ would not deliver was, let’s just say, not welcome.

A call letting me know earlier would have been helpful — but oh, well.

I next called Pizza Hut and, just in case, put on water to boil for pasta.

Pizza Hut delivered two medium pizzas 30 minutes later, the same time that the pasta was ready. It was 8:45 our time, way past our normal dinnertime, but I was thankful that, at last, we could eat.