Today I ordered New York-style pizza from a New York-style short order cook without being sent to the end of the line.
"Good work today, sweetheart," he grinned as he handed my mushroom slice through the window. I proudly accepted my hard-won prize and tried not to skip back to the garden benches.
Plus the pizza tasted more awesome today.
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I'm confused by this post... please clarify.
ReplyDeleteLol aren't you from CT? People from NY (and the North, really) don't have time for my slow talk and polite questions. Ordering something is a different experience and I learned how finally!
ReplyDeleteHaha... I never realized it was an art form. My apologies for my Yankee arrogance. I'm so glad you figured it out though. Maybe next you should tackle CT with me :-)
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