So, standing in line to get some lunch, I order my usual: 1 slice of pepperoni pizza and a small rigatoni without sauce. There’s no one else in line, so the two guys there both work on my order. The pizza guy hands me a plate with two slices of pizza on it.
“No,” I say, “Just one slice,”
“These are really small, it counts as one,” he replied.
They looked about the same size as they usually do, so I thanked him and went to collect my rigatoni. The second guy hands it to me, then he and I both go down to the register so I can pay for my food. I also get a bottle of green tea and he rings up the items – including 2 slices of pizza. Not one slice made up of two small pieces – 2 separate pieces at full price each.
There was a moment – a sliver to time too small to even complete a thought – where I began to consider trying to explain. Just as soon as I began to consider it, I realized that there were better things I could be doing with the rest of my life and I just took my lumps – and my second slice of pizza – and headed on my way.
There’s a lesson to be learned in there somewhere – but I don’t really know what it is.
