Am I being generous — or just used?
When did pizza become a wealthy person’s food? It’s such a tease; Pizza Palace is right near my office, and it just smells so good.
Plus, I promised Shifra that if she picked up Avigail and Yonason from the neighbor while I was at my interminably long meeting, I’d bring home pizza for supper.
I squint at the price on the wall and then back out of the store before I’m tempted to just do the easy thing and swipe for a pie that I can’t afford.
I’ll just run to the grocery next door, buy a frozen pie and a bag of fries, and call it a day. I’ll splurge on some chocolate milk or ice cream as an added treat. It will still come out cheaper than buying “real” pizza.
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