My late husband and I once stayed in Los

Angeles, in a motel not far from Disneyland. On the other side of the road from us was what looked like a nice pizza joint. It was quite a long time ago so no mobile phones to get our pizzas delivered. So I decided to walk to the pizza joint.

Big mistake.

I walked through the motel carpark and to the road. I sprinted across the road and walked down into the pizza joint car park. I walked into the pizza joint and asked if I could see the menu. Did I want a table? No, I wanted to get take out.

Well that wasn't possible. I had to order through the car order point outside the pizza joint. So I went round to the car order point and asked for the pizzas we wanted.

Where was my car, ma'am?

Oh it's still in the motel carpark. Why would I need it?

|t was less than 100 yards from the motel to the pizza joint.

We can't serve you pizza if you're not in a car.

Come on, just pretend I'm in a car. Vroom vroom!

Sorry ma'am, we can't serve you pizzas if you're not in a car.

Despite the fact that we both loved pizza, we went out in the car and drove to get some tacos. We didn't buy a pizza from the place across the road because they were clearly idiots.

I won't bore you with the time I walked in a suburb even when there was no pavement/sidewalk and I nearly got arrested.