Wandering around the Farmington Malls on Sunday, getting shoes at Bob’s and browsing Barnes & Noble, the man and I stop into Luna’s for just a snack, a slice of sausage pizza each. "I beat!" I said–a house tradition–and ask the waitress for the check. $7 plus tax and tip and it ends up at $9 for a lousy slice of pizza and a cup of water. Jim doesn’t eat the pizza crusts, and offers it to me. I take it gladly, bite right in just as he reaches for his wallet and…
"I beat!" he says. And laughs.
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