So Anne's broke, been eating the same salad for three days, and can't look at it anymore. Hungry for some lunch on the cheap, where's she gonna go? Across the street to Gray's Papaya, for a 99 cent grilled dog with relish, and that onion stuff, duh.
So there I am, and this 40s-50s looking grayish forgettable-looking dude who seems rather employed for the most part with his leather jacket and Dockers and all shouts over everyone, ignoring the line, "How much is a knish?"
The dude behind the counter "Two dollars."
Silence.
Other people order, pay, and leave. As I leave, I hear him again shout, "How much are the fries?"
"One dollar."
"Ok. Lemme have the fries."
Um, this is a 99 cent restaurant, pal. You're asking how much shit costs? Are you that friggin' cheap? They say if you ask how much something is, you can't afford it. I say that the only people allowed to ask how much menu items are at Gray's Papaya are the homeless so they can pick out enough change from the cup. Otherwise? Shut your friggin' hole. Thanks. Bye. Eeewww.
3 comments:
Wow. Poor people can be grumpy.
but if ever there were a place that a poor person could feel like a King, it'd be grey's papaya or papay King, "hey everybody, what do you want? it's on me" and whatevs. but, no.
I want a 99 cent dinner. Sounds like a great place!
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