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My mom and my sister came to visit me this past weekend. Well, actually they came to visit Columbia College but I guess I was an added bonus.

That was Saturday morning...8:30am.

Saturday evening we went to get pizza because my mom loves Chicago-style pizza. Last time we went to this little place Angela and I used to go to on Diversey & Broadway call Rinaldi's because it's my favorite and not a tourist trap. This time I took them to Lou Malnati's because it's my second favorite, but it is unfortunately very popular. There's one downtown and one in Weenie Park (aka Lincoln Park). We went to the one in Weenie Park because I felt like it mainly lol...it felt easier to get to from where we are.

Ok...maybe not the best choice being the Saturday of St. Patty's Day weekend. (Remember how I do not celebrate this Holiday because I don't like what St. Patrick did, because people get stupidly drunk, and because everyone tells me I'm Irish simply because I have red hair? Yeah...take note of this for later.)

So the wait for a table is TWO hours...so I said, "Let's just get it to go." Plus mom wanted an extra pizza to take back to StL. So we did but it was still a 40 minutes wait and we were exhausted and tired of walking/standing and the place was crowded with people waiting and talking about their weenie lives to each other. FINALLY the people on the big bench were seated and we got to sit for the last 5-10 minutes of our wait. Oh, but a minute or two after sitting down I notice this guy standing with these people who walked in with 2 cases of Bud Light and bought one from them for $1....yeah.

So then...Pizza Boy strikes.

We are sitting on the bench: Mom, CR, me...and then the space in the corner where we used to stand. Then Pizza Boy decided to stand there...and try to chat with me and my 17-year old sister...

Pizza Boy: You looked pissed off.
Me: What? No. Just tired.
Pizza Boy: Are you all over 21?
Me: ...yes
CR: Um...
Me: I am. She's not.
Pizza Boy: Oh. How old are you?
Me: Over 21.
Pizza Boy: You're 21?
Me: OLDER than 21.
Pizza Boy: How old are you? (to CR)
CR: YOUNGER than 21.
Pizza Boy: And the conversation has turned cold...
Pizza Boy: Do you go to DePaul?
Me: NOOOOO! Ugh!
Pizza Boy: Whoa! Sorry! Well you can still enjoy St. Patty's Day! And you're Irish!
(oh no he didn't...)
Me: No. (pause) I'm Scottish.
(CR is dying inside her head at this point)
Pizza Boy: Oooooooh sorry! So you must HATE this Holiday!

then, thank GOD, my name was called because our pizzas were done. Saved! So we all got up and then he is yelling bye to me or something across the room and then sees our mom get up too...
Pizza Boy: Oh Mom is here too! Sorry Mom!!

Then we all RAN out of there and powered walked as fast as we could to the bus stop while retelling the tale to Mom who had been oblivious to the entire scene.