Intolerant Of Your Gluten-Tolerance

| Working | April 8, 2017

(I’m ten, and have been diagnosed celiac for two years. The first gluten-free certified pizza place has opened in my city, and as an Italian, it’s quite a big deal for me to be able to eat non-frozen pizza again. I’m still afraid it won’t taste any good so my father order a gluten- free pizza too, to keep me company. The waitress has taken our food orders, and is asking about the drinks.)

Dad: “I’ll have a medium blonde beer.”

Waitress: “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t serve any gluten free beers.”

Dad: “Oh, it’s not a problem; I didn’t want one. I’ll have a normal one.”

Waitress: “It has gluten in it. It’s harmful for you.”

Dad: “Ah, no, I’m not celiac.” *he points at me* “She is. I just want to know how her pizza taste like.”

Waitress: *raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing him* “Sorry, sir, but I can’t serve you a beer! You can’t drink it!”

Dad: *in a very sarcastic voice* “Okay, not a problem. I’ll drink nothing, however my wife will have a Radler AND a medium blonde beer.”

Waitress: *raising her voice* “WELL, IF YOU GET SICK AND NEED TO CALL AN AMBULANCE, DON’T SAY I DIDN’T TELL YOU!”

(The pizza was very good, but surprisingly we didn’t come back!)

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