No Matter How You Slice It
A guy orders a pizza. When it’s ready, the counterman asks, “Shall I cut it into four or eight pieces?”
“Better make it four. I don’t think I can eat eight.”
Harold Goldwasser
Los Angeles, California
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I had a similiar thing happen to me when I ordered a pizza. I asked how many slices were in a medium pizza and he told me eight. “But”, he said, “would you like more slices…I can cut it any way you like.”
Customer is rumored to have been a high-ranking politician.