Ben Affleck may believe “That’s what the Internet is for. Slandering others anonymously.”
But he’s wrong.
Let me tell you what the Internet is for.Right now, I’m in Chicago for the burial of my father-in-law’s ashes. He died last year, and today we buried him.
We flew in Friday night, and having missed our flight at 6:00 Friday morning, would up on a oft-delayed trip back that got us into Chicago at 8:30 at night. We’d missed dinner with TG’s brother, and when we called her mom from O’Hare, she said we should just come over to her place and have leftover tempura.
We weren’t very interested in that. Chicago is not known for its tempura.
We wanted pizza. And pizza near her mom’s condo in Glenview.
I have a Treo 650, and Yahoo Local has listings for pizza places near TG’s mom’s place.
So while TG rented our Mustang, I surfed the web.
We scored a deep-dish sausage and pepperoni with extra garlic from Viccino’s on Glenview & Harlem. and brought it to my mother-in-law’s.
It was excellent.
And, my friends, that’s what the Internet is for.