There's a wonderful trattoria a medium-length walk from our house. The wife or I will go there fairly frequently for pasta salad or their amazing stuffed shrooms. They also do pizza, which I don't eat. The owner and I have had an ongoing friendly argument for more than a year - he's constantly trying to get me to try his pizza, and I'm constantly explaining that, while I'm sure it's wonderful, I don't like pizza of any kind.
I may have driven the old dear to distraction. A couple of months ago, I was in and he told me that, just to show me what I was missing, he would have a pie sent round to the house, free of charge. I begged him not to go to the effort, because I would just chuck it in the bin. Ever since then, as soon as I walk in, he and his employees greet me with a big smile and a hearty, 'Hello, Mr. Chuck-It-In-The-Bin!' (my wife, however, is still 'Mrs. Ellen'. Says a lot, I think).
Boru
I may have driven the old dear to distraction. A couple of months ago, I was in and he told me that, just to show me what I was missing, he would have a pie sent round to the house, free of charge. I begged him not to go to the effort, because I would just chuck it in the bin. Ever since then, as soon as I walk in, he and his employees greet me with a big smile and a hearty, 'Hello, Mr. Chuck-It-In-The-Bin!' (my wife, however, is still 'Mrs. Ellen'. Says a lot, I think).
Boru
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