Thursday, June 08, 2006

Lunchtime, off to the pizza buffet. This bumpkin in front of me has a need for a piece of pizza from the middle of the pizza. It's on the opposite side of the heated buffet, and he's bound and determined to get that piece. First he saws at both sides, since the cheeze has re-integrated the piece into the rest of the pie since it was first left out. It apparently has the optimum number of pieces of pepperoni and anything else just won't suffice for Lardo McNutjob here. He burns his hand on the heated buffet. I chuckle (was that out loud?). Finally, as victorious as a soldier arriving home after WWII, he emerges with the piece he target. I'm thinking someone needs to run him over in the parking lot with a pickup truck.