I just stood at the counter at a pizza place, waiting for my pizza, and had to listen to a woman who could not grasp the difference between a personal pizza/pie and a single slice. No, really. The guy working there tried to explain it for a solid 6 or 7 minutes and could not get through to her. She then asked him if the slice was "the one that was cut up or not."
Ow ow ow my brain.
She had a small child with her, emitting a sound at a frequency somewhere between a fire alarm and a dog whistle, and I am baffled by how she managed to reproduce.
Ow ow ow my brain.
She had a small child with her, emitting a sound at a frequency somewhere between a fire alarm and a dog whistle, and I am baffled by how she managed to reproduce.
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