As he leaned forward all I could look at was the piece of “crust” adhered to his lower lip. It moved up and down with his words, “…food allergies, vegan, sorghum flour…”
I tried to stop the flow of words…
“… xantham gum, nutritional yeast flakes, coconut oil for cookie sheet…blah, blah, blah…”
Inside my head I thought, “Oh please, please, please shut up!” Outside my head I heard myself say, “Geez, I’m sorry to have upset you. All I asked was what kind of a pizza is this anyway?”
Food allergies or not, there would definitely NOT be a second date.
This little story is linked to week 70 of Saturday Centus. The prompt is in bold. To read other offerings written around this prompt, just click here.