Shortly before closing hour the other day, a pizza restaurant in the next village 8km from here was invaded by two men carrying a gun-like device (they probably called: “have you got the dough…”). However, before anybody could hand out the prizes, they suddenly turned on their heels and ran away. The police are baffled: why didn’t they stay until they received some cash on top of the adrenaline?
I knew that the pizza of that place usually is undercooked, soggy and flavorless. But they must have gotten much worse to make their arguably most-eager-guests-ever run in that fashion.