Melissa and I found this little New York pizza place between our apartment and Melissa's office. When I say little, I mean little!! There are a few bar stools across from the register..umm like 3. Downstairs there are just 6 tables. This would not be a problem except for the fact that this place is super cheap and not too bad, even for US standards; therefore, it is always, always PACKED!
Last Sunday, the place was packed with Filipino maids on their day off and Chinese girls taking pictures of themselves eating pizza (don't ask me to explain it, because I don't understand it either but I am getting used to seeing it). Two older ladies came downstairs and as there was not a place to sit, I offered 1/2 of our table to them. That was a total mistake. One of the ladies would put a piece of the crust in her mouth, eat the inside (white part) then proceed to spit our the dark part, not burnt just the outside of the crust. It was like she was eating sunflower seeds, splitting the shell and spitting it out.
If she was at another table I would have pointed it out to Melissa and thought weird!! But we were sharing a table with her, yes we know we invited her! Who do you feel more sorry for - me sitting across from her watching her spit out every piece on her plate or Melissa sitting next to her?
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