(I go to a table of four, a mom and dad and two kids who are ready to order.)
Husband: “How big are your pizzas?”
Me: “They are 10 inch pizzas, sir.”
Husband: “Well how big is 10 inches?
(And before I can answer, the wife chimes in.)
Wife: “You wouldn’t know anything about 10 inches, dear.”
(I stood there for a moment with my mouth open, before I ran to the wait station and started laughing hysterically.)
