Craig ordered the Italian Sausage/Carmelized Onion thin-crust and I decided on the 8-inch Fire-Roasted Chicken Breast. And two fountain drinks. The guy at the register rang them up and said "That'll be $6.35." I was astounded. I quickly asked him if he'd forgotten the fountain drinks since my pizza alone was $7.00 something? He indignantly replied, "I GOT them. $6.35 IS the total!" I could tell he was thinking 'old people.' Bravi's over in an area surrounded by retirement communities, and I'm sure we appeared ancient to this guy. And he's probably just very tired of being questioned by old people like us who are obviously 2 cans short of a 6-pack. Anyway, I thought maybe I'd misunderstood and he'd said $16.35, so I just handed him my credit card. He ran the credit card and sure enough -- the total was $6.35. What can I say? I wasn't going to ask him twice after his initial reaction. Sold -- I'll take it!
Two wonderful 8 inch gourmet pizzas,
Two Diet Cokes,
A lovely outdoor table in the Phoenix sun.
A young jackass who insists the tab is $6.35.
Priceless!
To top it off, we ran into some friends and had a good time talking to them. Craig suggested we go buy a lottery ticket on the way home!
It's the little things in life! : )
