Sitting at a table near Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport’s Concourse C, I was hungry. That’s when Robert Rodriguez, wearing a distinctive bright blue shirt, walked briskly past. “Are you delivering to Kerri?” I asked.
He veered my way, unzipped his insulated bag and placed the pizza box and napkins at the table with a smile. The goods from Black Sheep Pizza, located at the airport mall, were piping hot.
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