Today I entered a closed time like loop.
Ryan, Zach and I decided to go out for pizza this evening and ended up in 1957. We had checked online and located a promising parlor - Grandma Tony's Pizza & Wings. On second thought, I'd be concerned if I had a Grandma Tony in my family, but the name was promising enough. The location was also promising, as it was no more than a block away. The three of us set out this evening on foot, but we hadn't gotten far when we encountered Justin. We had a brief talk and invited him to join us. He declined, but not before alerting us to a Mongolian BBQ restaurant nearby.
It wasn't until later that we realized what had just happened. It was 1957. We hadn't encountered Justin, we had encountered his grandfather. And his grandfather was him. Somehow, Justin is his own grandfather.
Not yet aware of our discovery, we arrived at Grandma Tony's. The restaurant had its name in the window, clearly lighting it. Upon walking inside, we discovered that it was an old diner. We checked over the menu, but something seemed off. Then we realized that the title on the menu was Little Anthony's. Furthermore, we were served pepsi products but all over the walls was coca-cola logos and pictures.
Despite the many oddities of the diner, the food was quite good and we hurried back. We discussed what we had done and realized that the common thread was that we had spent time in the hot tub, so naturally the hot tub must be responsible.
Oh man, I laughed so hard. This was very funny. I'm glad you all enjoyed Grandma "Tony's" pizza.
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