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March 08, 2004
Pizza!
i stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work the other day to pick up a few quick essentials. like cat food and diet pepsi... other things too, but those were the essentials.
as i approached the deli i came upon a free samples table. now i'm never one to pass up free food samples, especially if it's something from the deli. and what were they handing out this time? pizza! yes, hot from the oven, sausage and cheese pizza -- one of my favorites! i made a bee-line for the table.
hello, says this perky woman in an apron and name tag. would you like to try today’s take-and-bake pizza special?
i nodded my head yes, as you see at the moment, the build up of saliva was impeding my ability to speak.
here you go! she says, as she handed me a slice. i dove in. very tasty, i'm thinking. i might have to pick one of these up for dinner tonight with Erin.
but then this perky and not so bright woman starts to talk again. it's really good with beer!
i smiled. isn't all pizza good with beer? i asked.
well, yes, i suppose it is, she continued, but i remember this one time my boyfriend and i had been eating pizza and drinking a lot of beer, and whisky too, and he decided that he was still hungry and he had been drinking A LOT of beer by then, so he ate a Snickers bar, and that made him sick and he threw up all over the place and all you could see was this Snickers bar and the pizza and i suppose that wasn't a good combination.
i swear, she really said all that. in one, long, sentence.
so here i am standing on the other side of her little card table, holding what had been up to that point, a tasty piece of pizza, and trying to think of what in the hell i should say about that.
what came out of my mouth was, you know, telling me a story like that ain't gonna help sell me a pizza...
she stared at me with a puzzled look that said, huh? i smiled and pushed the cart on.
hey! aren't you gonna get a pizza?! she called after me. i shook my head and kept on walking, in search of the hard liqueur isle. after that, i knew that somewhere close by there was a bottle of single malt scotch calling my name.
Posted by P at March 8, 2004 05:55 AM
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Wowsa! That is a weird story! Hopefully she didn't tell everyone that!
Happy Monday!
Dew
Posted by: dewnut at March 8, 2004 06:26 AM
bwahahaha! and that's why she's only selling take-n-bake pizzas ...
Posted by: tj at March 8, 2004 08:59 AM
You mean you didn't run to the candy aisle?
Posted by: Nicole at March 8, 2004 06:49 PM
mmmm - scotch
Posted by: Steve at March 9, 2004 10:38 PM