Interesting aspect of #IslandLife: ordering pizza. We have a Pizza Hut, but last couple times I had a craving and called them, they were not accepting any more delivery orders for the night because the one driver had too many pizzas to deliver.
When there is a driver available and you place your order, the next step of course would be providing your street address. But here, we do not have street addresses. I'm told every street has a name, but no one really knows them. (We call our main roads "Beach Road," "Back Road," and "Middle Road.") So, without using any actual street names, you tell the Pizza Hut operator how to get to your street. And then you describe your house and maybe your car if it is parked outside, since there aren't any house numbers. Those directions are entered into their system (in full) for future orders. (When you get your receipt, your directions are printed out on it for the driver.)
Island directions are a language in and of themselves, like "turn right on the gravel road after the mom-and-pop [store]," or, "left at the cemetery and keep going until you pass the chicken farm," or "back where the old McDonald's used to be [a decade or so ago]?"
Now I guess I'll return to reading the news while I wait for my pizza to arrive...
