To the young pizza guy that ‘mmm mmm’ed me tonight in the hallway… thank you.
I came home after a shitty week, threw on my sweats, scrubbed my face and brushed my hair and ordered pizza feeling blue.
I realize most girls would get their knickers in a twist by a ‘mmm mmm’ but sometimes its just nice – for me anyway – to look like crap and still look good to someone else. So, even if he has a speech problem or something and ‘mmm mmm-ed’ all day long, or does it just to get tips… I appreciated it tonight. Merci pizza boy. —Frizzy hair & sweats
This article appears in Apr 29 – May 5, 2010.