A Slice Of Entertainment

(I am 13 years old. My family and I are out to dinner in a popular pizza restaurant, owned by two feuding sisters. My mother is counting each table as it being served, and notices in the kitchen when our pizza is coming out. We can see through the windows in the kitchen doors, one labeled ‘In’ and the other ‘Out’)

Mother: “Oh, here comes our pizza now!”

(Just as she says this, the two sisters, one walking out with our pizza, and the other entering through the “Out” door, crash into each other, sending our pizza to the floor.)

Sister #1: “Look what you did! You made me drop their pizza!”

Sister #2: “Me?! You were walking through the wrong door!”

(The two sisters start arguing in Italian, and later Sister #1 comes over to our table to apologize.)

Sister #1: “I’m very sorry about this. We will make you a fresh new pizza, on the house for your troubles.”

Mother: “Hey, I’d have paid double if I had known we’d be getting dinner and a show!”