Thursday, March 17, 2005

Mythic Pizza

Last night, I was coming home kind of late after DJing at The Bright River and felt some urgent hunger pangs.
So i opted for a visit to Mythic Pizza in Lower Haight.
I walked in right after a guy who was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wearing all black and obviously unsure of what to order.
"Are you going to order?" i queried, for i was already sure of what i was going to order. I'm not complicated. i get nearly the same kind of pizza every time, pepperoni or just cheese.
"Yeah, I'm ready. I was just trying to decide, heh heh," he said.
"OK," i said impatiently, but with a vague smile, because he sort of laughed at the end of his sentence and therefore i felt the need to keep the situation somewhat light.
Then he ordered his pizza slices.
Soon, I ordered mine.
He stood there looking around, still shifting back and forth, while i looked around, noticed there was one open chair and decided to take it while i waited.
The shifting kid didn't notice i sat down until it was too late for him.
He looked at me and realized i had taken the last seat.
Too bad buddy.

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