Heather was gone at a wedding, and I had the night to myself. I thought that a pizza sounded perfect. The mall next to my house is CRAZY busy on a Friday night, but I decided to brave the crowds. I walk up and get in line (if you can call it that. People's idea of "lines" here are a little too horizontal) and didn't notice the two men talking rather loudly in front of me. I figure, ehh, its the Middle East, people talk much more aggressively here. (Seriously, they could be talking about baby formula and it would sound like screaming to me. Maybe I am too sensitive?) Anyways, as I hear the conversation continue I realize its not two friends discussing who will pay but two grown men (and I do use those two preceding words oh so loosely) screaming at each other. And I mean screaming like faces so close they are squishing there noses against one another. Apparently one man thought he was the first to arrive in the "line" while the other thought the same. Screaming turned to insulting, insulting turned to pushing and at that point pizza just didn't sound too appetizing anymore.
...I settled on Panda Chinese, there was no line.
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