Two police officers smelled a rat Monday afternoon when they were eating lunch at an Upper Darby pizza place and watched the owner of a competing pizza place walk into the shop, carrying a suspicious bag into the restaurant’s bathroom.
After the man left, the owner of Verona Pizza on West Chester Pike discovered footprints on the toilet in the bathroom and a bag tucked into the ceiling tiles, police say.
Thinking the bag contained drugs, the owner turned the bag over to the officers who were in the restaurant at the time. They found something white – but it wasn’t drugs.
Three white mice were in the bag left behind by Nina’s Bella Pizzeria owner Nikolas Galiatsatos, police told NBC Philadelphia.
Galiatsatos didn’t stop there with his hairy scheme.
Galiatsatos, whose pizza place is also on West Chester Pike, walked from Verona Pizza to Uncle Nick’s Pizza across the street and dumped another bag into a garbage can inside that pizza shop, according to Upper Darby Police Superintendent Michael Chitwood.
Police discovered that the bag Galiatsatos dumped into Uncle Nick’s garbage contained five living mice and one dead mouse.
Forty-seven-year-old Galiatsatos was arrested on charges of disorderly conduct, harassment, and animal cruelty.
Police say the motive behind the mice dropping may be the fact that Nina’s Bella Pizzeria has only been open for a short period of time and may not be doing well.
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First things first: GREAT show, GREAT movie, GREAT book.
This reminds me of an intensely stupid argument that occurred on the Pavement mailing list c. 2004 right after the film came out.
I think everything about this film is great — Schliessler’s camerawork, Tim McGraw’s chilling performance, and so on — but the thing that really acts as the glue is the soundtrack. For a movie about football, this thing is scored so well it’s almost scary. Watching the State Championships scene set to “I Wanna Be Your Dog” gives me chills; the brutality of the Stooges paired with the slowed-down and gritty footage of bodies colliding is one of those moments where I understand why Film Is Awesome.
Sure, some of the song choices were unrealistic, but it was so intelligently handled that I don’t even care. (I know I am sounding a little judgy when I say this, but: come on, Texan football players listening to Public Enemy? In 1988? I’d love to see some regional radio charts for Permian to see if this could have actually happened.)
The most notable thing is that Explosions in the Sky wrote most of the film score, and I had pointed this out on the listserv. One of the members snapped back with how he’ll never go see this film because he can’t stand seeing football and can’t believe EITS would do such a thing. The guy was a 90s indie rock holdover in the worst way imaginable, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise to hear this dickish retort. He then tried to tell me that I was being a “sellout” (and a hipster!) for liking the film.
With the success of FNL as a TV show, I’ve wondered about that guy. Five bucks says he’s the show’s biggest fan.
Hah, that is an amazing story. I love that this discussion was going on in a Pavement forum of all places. But you bring up another great aspect to this show: the soundtrack is killer. Just killer.
I don't know if Friday Night Lights ever aspired to "Greatness" or if it was always just a state of being
But my god, all of those of you who discovered Arrested Development or The Wire years later and had a revelation?
Mark my words: in three years we’re going to see people marathoning these DVDs and talking about how it was a brilliant show and how they can’t believe it never got any wider viewership or how ridiculous it was that Connie Britton and Kyle Chandler didn’t win Emmys every single year it was on.
But there’s no weakness in forgiveness, as Tami Taylor once said, and I’ll forgive any of you who come to this show too late — as long as you do come around in the end.
"All My Friends" is actually my ringtone because I’m ridiculous in that I find it amusing to hear “Where are your friends tonight?” when someone calls me, but no one calls me – at least not when I have my ringer on – so it’s more of a cruel joke I play on myself!
“The beautiful thing about this feud is that both sides employ both spot-on, devastating assessments of each other and their usual off-the-wall nonsense talk. Glenn Beck is totally right that Bill Kristol is an amoral, power-worshipping toady. But Bill Kristol is not, actually, a useful idiot for the caliphate that seeks to take over the world. Kristol is right that Beck is an embarrassing, modern-day Bircher loon. But Kristol ignores the fact that “respectable” conservatives engage in the exact same wild conspiracy-mongering about Islam as Beck.”—
I am still in dire need of a place to crash for SXSW Interactive this year. I would prefer to not hassle my Austin-based friends (who probably need the solace and comfort of home as the Industry Locusts descend upon their fair city).
Think of the good karma coming your way if you can let me chip in for a share of your hotel room — even if I wind up sleeping on the floor.
Someone help her out. Aaron, do you know anyone who might have a spare place?
“Dyke is also a screenwriter, and gained literary representation with Mad Hatter Entertainment, a Hollywood production and management company with several notable clients, and has performed screenwriter duties for various films including Transmorphers, Street Racer, and The Day the Earth Stopped.”—