You know, I haven't been inside a Pizza Hut in years!
My last time eating at Pizza Hut was on July 6, 2010, in Pacific, Missouri (near St. Louis), about 2,350 miles into my walk across the United States. It was hotter than hell that day (like almost every day that summer), so when I got into a town area, I went into Pizza Hut, mainly to cool down (but also in hopes that I might end up with some food). The waitress was very friendly and got me a big glass of ice water.
I needed to rock, so I played some songs on the jukebox. Since it was nearly the end of the lunch buffet and the place was empty aside from me, the waitress told me I could help myself to whatever was left at the buffet table.
So I did.
Thank you for reminding me about that. It's one of many precious memories that sometimes get misplaced after you do something like what I did.