I didn’t think it would be so involved
Monday, March 16, 2009
The night before last, I got a craving for some spaghetti and meatballs and was, for whatever reason, too lazy to make it myself. Instead, I decided to try out the pizza shop inside of the little market at the corner for the first time. The menu on the wall listed “Spaghetti & Meatballs” so I thought this would be an easy transaction. Here, verbatim, is my exchange with the young man at the counter:
“I would like an order of spaghetti and meatballs, please.”
“Do you want that with pasta?”
“Yes, spaghetti”
“And would you like that with spaghetti or ziti?”
“Spaghetti.”
