Poking The Bear
After the lump went down his throat, he stammered, “Maybe woman don’t eat a lot of pizza…?” The woman’s eyes narrowed and her mouth turned downward into a mean sneer. He swore he could see her turn red. She had made up her mind, and now Armando was going to pay for answering her question so flippantly. He tip-toed his way back to the kitchen to place their order and decided to not focus on the woman, after all, it was a busy afternoon and other tables needed his attention.