We New Yorkers are experts at staving off loneliness, so long as there's a 24 hour diner nearby our apartment, so long as we can afford to avail ourselves, (at least for the moment).
The girl in the booth across the aisle from me is talking to her male friend:
"I'm really hungry! I think I'll get the panini ala vodka. Ooh, with chicken! But they have broccoli too. I like broccoli."
Her friend doesn't correct her and the waiter suddenly shows up at their table.
"I want the panini ala vodka" she says.
I lean over: "I think you really want the penne ala vodka" I say, smiling. She laughs:
"Oh right! I'm really drunk" she says.
"Good for you!" I say, "I just didn't want him to bring you a pressed sandwich soaked in vodka."
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