Roma's

I'm going down home for the weekend, and the first place I'm looking to hit is Roma's, still MY FAVORITE PIZZA EVER, (surely due to The Pizza Cognition Theory?), and the scene where this happened:

For years whenever we'd visit each other and go out to dinner Brothatime!! would pay - he had a riff about me slowly pulling out the same dusty $20 attached by rubber band to my pocket before he'd wave me off, "I got it." Now that I work for a living have more money than a normal person can wrap his or her head around, I like to be Mr. Big Man and grab the bill when it comes.

Coupla weeks ago he, Mrs. Brothatime!!, Paddy Mac and Sistatime! and I were all back in our hometown having dinner; when the bill came I reached over to pick up the bill, ready to do my "don't insult me, put your money away!" routine while refusing to disclose the total - but while doing so, Sistatime! got a look at the number.

"OH MY GOD!!!!" she starts blaring, "$50???!?!?!?" I smile smugly, ready to breathe in the fumes re: how expensive the meal was as well as how casually and without worry I picked up such a hefty bill.

"$50??!?" she keeps going, "that's IT?? $50, for dinner? for everybody? Ohmygod, that's so cheap! That's NOTHING!! Wow!! That's NOTHING!!"

Sigh. I can't win.

HA!  Here's Paddy Mac and The Short Bus learning how to play "pull my finger."