Recently we went to lunch at Grimaldi's in Brooklyn. Great pizza and brusque, efficient New York service. The sign on the door warns you of what's ahead.
In the weeks since that lunch I've thought a lot about living a "no slices, cash only" life. It's sort of a no compromise, say what you mean, take it or leave it kind of approach that I've never imagined for myself. Not sure what the equivalent would be in the language of my life. But when I find someone asking me to do something I think is unreasonable or crossing that invisible line I find myself muttering "no slices."
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