“Yeah, can I get a portion of cheesy bread with that orange dip and a large pizza with no mushrooms and extra pineapple?” Johnny looked over at me and made a gagging motion before saying, “Yeah, I’m sure, lad. Pile on the pineapple.” “Hey—” Stretching out, I poked him with my toe and whispered, “Don’t judge me, Mister I only eat chicken.” “The world is judging you,” he whispered back as he snatched my foot and placed it on his thigh.
