PAPPICANO'S
My dinner plate has folded and
gone home. The lady smoking
her cigarette outside the roadside
diner said 'OK' when I asked her
how it was going. She 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 their
potatoes. Then I went inside and
grabbed a local paper, and said:
'Look, right here. It says 'Eat at
Pappicano's; our fine potato
recipes will make you drool.'
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