The two-step login for a Bank of America ATM has long irked me: the first screen asked which language I wanted, and the second asked me to enter the PIN. I suggested that the two screens be combined. Several years later, voilą:
Although I have become old and crotchety about donuts, I still succumb to the promise of pizza. Something sublime in that scent of melting cheese and toasted bread. Still, in the six months so far this year I have eaten pizza (whole or a slice) on two dozen occasions. Notably, however, on my most recent trip to New York City I had not a single slice. Ditto Chicago.