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Friday 20th August 2004
I had to leave work early today . . . didn't feel well. Waves of nausea. Headaches. Hot flushes. Not good. Maybe the pizza last night hadn't come from entirely sanitary conditions. The bill came to thirteen pounds and 99 pence (for a medium pizza and wedges), initially, but I rang back, querying this, as they're (as in, Dominoes) currently doing a deal for a medium pizza and garlic bread for one pence short of nine pounds. So how come the wedges are so expensive, I asked. "Well, they just are. I can change the order to a garlic bread, if you want." M****, do we want garlic bread? "No, it's fine. Just leave it." No, it's fine. I'll stick with the wedges. Three quarters of an hour later, it arrives. And the bill? Eight pounds and ninety eight pence. I just don't get it . . .
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