I got a piece of pizza to go. That means a munchable slice with paper wrapped around it. Rosso - that's just red sauce; I had to tell you cause I knew you were wondering.
Then M. and I had coffees. no problem. The coffees were due lungi, two longs don’t make a right, oh sorry about the misspent attempt at humor. Two long coffees are what we had, and longs are a few drips bigger than the regular shrimpy drips you get when you order a normal coffee.
So I put a five euro bill on the counter while I ate and sipped, and got four-twenty back. Outside I checked the receipt. I never really checked the change, just put it in my pocket, but the bill said I paid eighty cents – that’s the regular price for one coffee.
Now the dilemma: Should I run back inside, wait until he has a moment and tell him he didn’t charge me enough?
Maybe if I told him, the guy has a lot of pride and would feel offended; also if he makes frequent errors another one could sink his already wavering self esteem. And If the boss is there he could hear the guy made an error, and the guy could already be in a poor position with the owner and this infraction could sink his money boat, right out the door.
If I crumple the receipt and forget about it, then maybe the world will get some kind of beneficial turbo spin into the land of Better. I thought about it and that didn’t seem possible, but I crumpled the receipt anyway and threw it in the trash can.
The place is Pizzeria Calignano Maria Cristina at via P.D. Ottavia 5 - if you feel lucky.