I can still see the ranger lady, standing there in her cold kiosk, answering the same questions, taking passes, etc. Then our car pulled up, and as the window rolled down, the aroma of our still warm pizza must have completely overwhelmed her.
I remember her face -- the blank, longing gaze. And all she said was, "You have pizza...."
So then we asked, "You want some?"
I guess she answered, but I just remember her extending the park newspaper held between two hands. I thought she was handing it to me, so I said, "No, we don't need a paper, we're just driving through."
To which she answered, "No no, it's for the pizza!"
I pulled off a big slice and laid it on her newspaper.
We pulled away, bursting with laughter. I'm not sure, but I think we made her day.
