An update for those of you who read my latest blog. I go to the bookstore last night and my favorite person is on duty. Luckily she has a co-worker, and this is who I order my pizza from. I eat half, so before I leave I go to ask for a pizza box. My fave is behind the counter now. I smile and ask may I please have a pizza box. She stares at me, then says, Excuse me? I say, A pizza box. May I please have a to go pizza box. She asks if I ordered a pizza. I count to three and say yes. She looks over at my table and her eyes hone in on the plate, trying to see if indeed I ordered a pizza, and if theres a sufficient amount of it left to warrant a box. She asks if I want a bag. I repeat, No, a box will do fine. She puts together the box and hands it to me. I thank her. I pack my pizza. I put the plate on top of the trash receptacle. I go back to the table to collect my things. She sees me packing up and says, You can bring that plate to me. One, two, three. I go back to the trash receptacle and pick up the plate. She says, Oh, you put it over there? I want to ask her if theres anything shed like me to re-shelf, perhaps a table to wipe. Jeez, lord, this is a trial of my good nature.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 17:41:01 +0000
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