This weekend ive been working as a waitress for the first time. I feel sorry for my customers because all of the food I serve is wrong in some way. But they give me tips anyway.
Im so sorry about your burnt pizza, I got overwhelmed off my entry level job and fortgot it.
Im gonna be vulnerable and share a story where I am the offender. I matched with a very cool and smart and pretty girl who recently moved to Vancouver from Toronto (she’s now fairly big in the natural wine scene there HAHA but don’t want to doxx anyone just more a data point confirming the above). Aaaaaanyways I invited her to a very cool (long gone and now replaced with a shadow of its former self new pizza shop under new management) retro pizza shop and because I was so smitten proceeded to forget how to “sit cool”, how to make conversation, and EVEN how to eat pizza (omg this is so embarrassing). At the end of the date the server asked us if we wanted to pack up the rest of the pizza and I had picked up the check so she insisted I take it home but for some weird epigenetic mechanism around providing sustenance for the tribe reason I thought it would be “impressive” to say no to half of a massive pizza pie even though it was CLEARLY the end of the date making pizza box transport logistics a non-issue. A humbling reminder that we can all be the weird one sometimes 🫠
I'd love to know how you assessed without words that I'd prefer two fresh cheese slices instead of the two dry and curling ones on top from the previous pie. That was no accident, thank you.
A year long documentary about a young man who moves to a small town in the south USA and gets a mullet in hopes of understending subculture an belonging. It was uploaded in 2006.