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| - Have you ever been home when your mom's really mad and it's because of something you did like duck out of the house without saying goodbye and disappearing for three days without having called once? Well you know how when your mom is that mad, she acts just a little bit crazy, like a little bit straight-jacketed, clinically insane? That's how I felt ordering pizza here and I hadn't even gone on a three-day bender at the age of 17.
The woman behind the counter was nuts. I don't know. Maybe something terrible happened to her that day. I will give her that and assume that the only reason she was acting as weird as she was is because she ran out of hot water and took a cold shower, her car broke down and found out that her favorite TV show was not going to be renewed next season.
My friend was ordering for three of us and we ordered one pizza, a medium or something. She goes, "That's pretty small for three people." No, it's not. We just wanted a few slices each, no need to gorge. She also looked pissed. Like... pissed, insulted you would ever order such a small portion. So my buddy goes, "Fine. I'll take wings too."
After a bit I mention I'm thirsty, we should get some drinks. "Bottled water?" She presumes.
"No," My friend says. "We'll just take iced water on tap." And she rolled her eyes.
So I go outside and I realize, hey. Where's my water? I go back inside and ask for three waters again. She looks at me and stops what it is she's doing and stammers when she speaks as though I asked her to please help me hoist a car up a skyscraper. "I--I--ahh-ah-ah... I'm gonna bring it out to you, okay?"
There were only two other people inside, so what the fuck?
I go outside. Maybe ten minutes pass and no water. I hit up the market right next door and buy some bottled water because I'm done dealing with Crazy. She comes out with our waters and is like, "These were waiting for you on the counter." That's when I knew that, for sure, she was nuts.
Our pizza came. It was the Monsoon. I didn't like it. I like non-traditional pizza. I've had pizza with fried chicken and gravy and loved it. This, though? A swirling typhoon of ranch dressing with peppers and bananas and... you know, man, it could be good. It really could be. But when I got it and bit into it, I liked it at first and my enjoyment slowly turned into disgust as it went along.
I'm actually giving another star for the guy who worked there. He was legitimately nice and when he asked us if we were doing okay, it sounded like he gave a shit.
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