“You paid eight dollars for two slices of pizza?” she asks, incredulous.
“I mean, one was a white slice with spinach...,” I begin lamely.
“This is New York: I won’t bat an eye at a twenty dollar salad, I will thank you for not charging me more than thirty dollars for sushi,” she interrupts. “But this town was founded on dollar slices and eight dollars should feed a family of four!"
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