Yet another Pizza incident

Living in a far, far away land behind seven seas and sixteen mountain ranges does has its disadvantages. One of the major ones is the lack of Tori Amos concerts. Well, The Foo Fighters, Nine Inch Nails, Sarah McLachlan, The Chemical Brothers and The Pletters don't tend to stop by either, but I've never felt that I was missing anything. Stori, however, is a different tory, and the other way around. I get particularly irritated when talking to fellow toriphiles on the net, when they invariably mention how they went to three to twelve Tori concerts, and each one was a religious experience in itself. And since I'm not even allowed to leave the country until I finish the army - except, of course, upwards - the chances of me seeing Tori, or any other of the fellows mentioned above, performing in the next few years are Kate-Moss Slim. As a compromise, I have to settle for what I have. So I went to the Noa concert.

Noa may not be as famous as, say, Albert Stewart, but she is known, to some people. Thousands of french people may remember her as "That woman that sang a few songs just before Sting came up". And she's good - I'll give her that. Let's say that after a few hours of practice, you could answer "Well, it was all right" without looking too excited when asked "How was the concert." Crown and Faith thought differently, though; they did think the concert was a religious experience in itself. And since they are pretty religious, they can be believed. Faith nearly fainted.

Oh, yeah, I've met them there, by some quite amazing coincidence. I've known Crown before - We've met on a couple of occasions involving some other quite amazing coincidences - and this time she was with her sister, Faith. We discussed the mysteries of life and the wonderfulness of Noa for a while, until we were both out of breath. Crown is a real match, even for me, when it comes to high-speed nonsense-talking. Then they offered me a ride home, since I was carless. Will the crowd stop smiling and winking to each other now, please.

Cut to The Fish Lair, where Mom Fish suddenly feel an desire for a pizza. It happens sometimes, and there's only one way to cure it. Typically thorough, Mrs. Fish arranges a whole circle of family pizza, with olives. Now, for some people, that's a no-no. You see, the events discussed here take place within the week of Passover, when bread, and all other forms of dough, are forbidden. Of course, The Fish Family never cared too much about doing the bad in the eyes of god; if god has a problem with it - so they say - he can come down here and we'll discuss it over a cup of tea. He never does, the snob.

Cut back to Red, Crown and Faith, getting out of Crown's car and starting up the stairs to the Fish Lair for a quick cup of coffee or whatever (I said stop winking), while still chatting at top speed.

Cut. The Fishes' microwave timer, going down. Four seconds. Three. Two.

Cut. Red and the girls getting closer down the path to the Fish Lair's front Door. Still chatting and laughing, but it's obvious from the background music that something bad is about to happen.

Cut. The microwave pings. Mom Fish goes to it, put her hand on the handle with the intention of opening it.

The front door opens and in step Red, followed closely by the two girls in modest clothing.

Mom Fish takes her hand off the handle.

The pizza was still reasonably warm when they left. Avoiding embarrassing situations takes a very careful watch.