February 3, 2013
Waiters make 10% of the
take from their tables. No salary required. A mouth with shiny blue braces
shadowed by a black shirt followed by matching jeans and black hi-tops
approached our round table positioned adjacent to the U-shaped pizza prep area.
Two athletic wiry handsome chef-capped men shared the space with an un-smiling proficient
woman, hands flying, flinging toppings on exact rounds of whole wheat crust
that made their way into the coal flames. Theo and I were quite entranced by the
well-orchestrated performance. As expected the joint was packed with polite
pizza lovers donning knife and fork. Never see people eating pizza with their
hands!
“More one please!” Theo has
been suffering from a virus the part eight days, his stomach feels sick after
meals and at bath time, yet he snarfed his two pieces of ‘za slathered with
mozzarella and linguisa without a complaint. The waiter received R$14 for his
efforts, parking lot attendant accepted his R$2 and we drove home in the
drizzling evening content with the thrill of getting out on a Saturday night
with a crowd.
Lazy, rainy, chilly (ha!)
Sunday. Headed to the Pharmacy to ask the pharmacist what to do about Theo's
red, inflamed, streaming eye. Yes, still have a pharmacist on duty at every
pharmacy to talk with directly about the symptoms and get advice!
Gotta get back to watching
the animated animal film Theo chose at the video store, Bicho vai Pegar 2
Google Translate says “Bicho will pick yet it’s really Open Season 2. Oh boy!
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