Hopefully Homemade
“Making pizza?” The kid working the supermarket scanner asked perkily. A fair question, given the only two items between us on the belt were “00” pizza flour and yeast.
“Yeah. Hopefully,” I said, probably an octave or so below full perky.
“Hopefully? Why hopefully?” she asked.
Again, a fair question. I wasn’t buying 15 “Filthy, Rotten Rich for Life!” scratch offs or a get-well card wishing somone’s Labradoodle a speedy
