Josh was quite tired of eating "English" food, and wanted to have Papa John's pizza and chicken delivered to the hotel. First we insisted that there was no Papa in the UK, but he insisted there was. Then we said there was no way to get it delivered to the hotel, and he said Yes there was! We finally wore him down and he agreed to go out to dinner. We walked out the back door, turned up the sidewalk, and what comes whizzing by us, but a Papa John's delivery scooter! He was so not happy with us!
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