I'm back at the hotel with my heartburn medicine and my bug juice. I didn't know I needed the bug juice until I was on my walk to get the Gaviscon. The heartburn is a longer story.
We arrived in Tisdale Saskatchewan Last night around nine. I called the only Chinese food place in town to order my traditional beef and brocolli - but they'd already been closed for an hour. The nice lady there told me all the restaurants in town closed at the same time. I called the front desk to confirm that and Crystal told me there was one place still open. A hotel that made pizzas. So I called.
"Hi, I'd like to order for delivery" "Sorry, the taxi driver's not answering his phone" " ... "
I was hungry so I thought I could walk into town to pick up - so I asked:
"I'm at the Canalta Hotel can you tell me where you are from here?" "We're just down past the Subway" " ..."
The girl I was talking to seemed to be losing patience with our call. I could hear how busy the bar was. I thanked her and called back down to the front desk in a now desperate bid for some eleventh hour local restaurant knowledge.
"Oh, I can get Debbie to run over and get that Pizza for ya"
As it turned out, Debbie picked up three pizzas and a 24 of beer for us. You gotta love a small town.
The pizza was delicious, but I should have stopped eating when the heartburn started. My restless night in Tisdale was my own fault. This morning though, I headed out on foot to the Pharmasave on the main drag there. Just down past the Subway.