We’re ordering buffets at Pizza Kingdom
My husband asks for a military discount
Cashier smiles
“Yes sir,” she says, punching in a half-priced meal.
“And thank you for your service!”
She beams
He chuckles
I groan.
“You should thank my wife.”
Her face warps like over-baked pepperoni
She’s dished up an every day special for me:
Half-baked patriotism
With a heaping side of sexism
Served cold.
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