That’s enough!

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Two planes, flew all night, drove an hour from New Hampshire to Boston
to take the spousal equivalent for the pizza of a lifetime at the 1926
original Pizzeria Regina in the North End.

We waited outside as we were told while carefully observing various
weirdos and then it was our turn, but not before being yelled at for
using our "Blackberrys." As loyal iPhone owners since day one, we
resent the slur.

We sat in our booth and adjusted the table before the waitress came
and moved it back.

When it came time to order, I began listing what I wanted on my pizza.
When I hit three items that I'm paying for, the waitress interrupted
me to exclaim, "That's enough," before she walked away.

I so miss the East Coast!

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