PAPPICANO'S
My dinner plate has folded and
gone home. The lady smoking
her cigarette outside the roadside
diner said 'OK' when I ask her how
it's going. She'd asked me who I
was and what I was doing there.
I realized I had no answer, and so
said, instead, that I was on my
way to Pappicano's and that I
was the guy who delivered his
potatoes. Then I went inside and
grabbed a local paper, and said,
'Look, see right here. It says
'Eat at Pappicano's; our fine
recipes will make you drool.'
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