Hungry as I’d ever been I entered the warmth of the building. Scanning the selections I quickly made my decision: an Olive and Pesto and a Beef and Blue Cheese. While waiting for someone to come to the counter I was showered with a nameless top-forty tune. Then you approached. What I thought was myth, a marketing ploy: The Uncle. You where extremely pleasant and asked how I was doing. I was entranced. From the pizza box to the handling of my order you were now a new sort of tangible. The Pesto and Olive was a little stale but I didn’t mind.