The other night
Some friends and I went out to a local bar for their cheap pizza and beer Wednesday. A bit later on in the night, an acquaintance of ours showed up with his new squeeze - a skinny 19 year old who appeared to have applied her makeup and fake tan with a bricklayer's trowel. The sort of person you see hordes of lined up outside "trendy" clubs, taking photo after identical pouting photo to post on Facebook. He parked her at our table and then promptly buggered off outside to have a smoke.

The poor girl seemed a bit intimidated at being abandoned at a table with four drunken men she didn't know, so one friend offered her a slice of his (eggplant and feta) pizza to break the ice. As she was eating it, another friend casually asked how she was enjoying the sardine pizza.

"Sardine? I thought it was eggplant?"

"Oh no, they've got a special way of preparing it here. Doesn't end up tasting much like fish, but it's delicious."

"Really?"

She looked around the table for confirmation. We all nodded gravely. The third friend chimed in:

"Yeah, it's the olive oil they use. It's... Italian, you know."

She visibly brightened. "Oh, Italian! That explains it! Wow! I never knew you could do this with sardines!"

Later on in the night, she asked the manager if they were hiring waitresses, and he told her to drop off a CV. I hope she gets the job, and starts recommending the amazing sardine pizza to customers.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Fri 14 Jan 2011, 0:47, Reply)