In the
Pizza Express
The
young man on the next table
Asks the
waitress
Do you
have the new knives?
She
says, We are supposed to have them by now
But they
haven’t arrived yet
The young man continues,
Because
I was in Stratford
He lets
the sentence hang
And does
a cutting pizza mime
Then, as
she walks away he says,
They’re
one hundred times better.
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