Mike + Sara

mike and i decided to take it easy tonight and grab a $5 pizza since the date for our monthly grocery shopping trip hasn't arrived yet. here is the tale:

mike walks into dominoes while i am in the car mapping out frozen yogurt spots. he sees a lone redhead at the counter. her name is felisha.
mike: hi. can i get a $5 pepperoni pizza?
felisha looks at mike. a few seconds pass.
felisha calls out: can i get a PEP? (dramatic voice inflection at last word)
felisha remains motionless behind counter. stares at mike. mike stares at felisha. mike wonders if there is someone in the store besides felisha. seconds pass.
felisha turns and grabs a pepperoni pizza from the stack of pizzas directly behind her and places it next to the register. rings up pizza. mike hands over the debit card (which should probably be hid from us until next month)
felisha: would you like a receipt?
mike (as he reaches for the pizza): uh, no thanks.
felisha's hand slams down on the pizza box. mike withdraws his hand quickly. felisha stares at mike. mike stares at felisha. more seconds pass.
mike: um. do i need to sign something else?
felisha: no. you are free to go.
mike beelines it for the door.
people are funny. sometimes i wonder if i create awkward situations like this. i think i do. but i hope people laugh at them. i can't seem to stop giggling about this. i think the giggling might also have to do with the fact that mike keeps saying "blarney stone" and "they're after me lucky charms" in an irish accent, in honor of jen-fen, who is currently in ireland. i think the lack of sleep from last night is catching up with me.