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It isn't mystic anymore

Sitting in Seattle's own version of Mystic Pizza tonight, I overheard these things:

Table One:
"So we took them to CostCo and they said in German, 'Good Lord, look at all this meat!' They had never seen so much meat before, so we told them (apparently, these were Austrian guests) You cook this one for this, and that meat for that. The husband drooled at the wine. He was a conniseur (yeah, that is way not the right way to spell that) of wine, and he wanted the CostCo wine bad, so I bought him the wine. They don't have good wine in Austria like they do at CostCo."

Table Two:
"Well, we haven't had the budget for travel this year like we're used to having. We only went to France once and only got to stay for three weeks. But I have a feeling this year will really pick up for us!"

When Steven and I left, it was no longer Mystic for us as much as it was Surreal.

7:58 pm - 01.14.03
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