Garbanzo Heaven was packed. Bill saw dollar signs. All he served was garbanzo beans and pimento olives.
Joe sat in the corner by himself. His face was literally buried in a bowl of pimento olives. He came up for air, face covered in grease. He licked his lips and dove down again. People were lined up around the block at 11 pm. Bill wanted to close up and go home to his family. What to do?
Take Out Available!! he yelled. The line attacked the counter, barking out orders. His workers moved fast and the line shrunk. Soon the place was empty except for Joe who had dozed off, face buried in pimento. EMS had to be called. Joe was revived and staggered home, rubbing his belly.
Please note: No Italians were harmed during this post.
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