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Trip up to PA was mostly uneventful, aside from this guy at Au Bon Pain in 30th Street Station berating me when I Ordered a Caprese sandwich...

Me: I'd like a Caprese sandwich please on rosemary bread, and add red peppers.
Him: A what?
Me: A Caprese sandwich.
Him: A what?
Me A Caprese sandwich.
Him: We don't have anyhitng called that.
Me: Yes, you do. It's on the menu.
Him: No it's not.
Me: Would you come out here from behind the counter a second please? (I was the only customer there)
He comes out from behind the counter.
Me: (pointing up at the menu) Caprese sandwich. Mozerella, tomato, basil pesto, romaine lettuce....
Him: (glaring at me like I'd just insulted his mother, going back behind the counter): You meen a Caprese sandwich, lady get it right if you expect anyone to know what you're talking about.
(He said it like "Caprice". I said it like "Caprayzay".)
Me: No, I pronounced it correctly, but either way, you don't have to be so rude about it. Now I'd really like one of those sandwiches please, otherwise I'd be taking my business elsewhere right now.


Telling mom about it later, she first laughed her ass off, then lectured me about how I can't expect anyone else to know how Italian words are pronounced just because I've studied the language. Um, seriously, I've never heard anyone anywhere say it any other way, studied the language or no. The guy was rude.

Whatever.

Speaking of my mom...it's official, she hates me.

She bought me another velour track suit. Whatever grievous offense I've committed, it must have been terrible. More later.