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Got a calzone for lunch.
“It’s perfect!” I said to the cook.
“How is it?” asked the waitress, later.
“It’s great,” I told her, which she repeated to the cook.
“No,” he insisted. “She said it was perfect.”

Got a calzone for lunch.

“It’s perfect!” I said to the cook.

“How is it?” asked the waitress, later.

“It’s great,” I told her, which she repeated to the cook.

“No,” he insisted. “She said it was perfect.”