I took my ex-girlfriend, (now friend) Chantal to a new brick-oven pizza spot on 125th. She wanted two slices and I was like, "I don't think you need that many." Which really translated into, "I don't feel like spending another $2.50 for a slice you probably won't even eat." She got all pissed and asked if I thought she was fat. Oh shit. I managed to avert physical damage by answering, "Hell no." Hey, who wants to go out for a couple of beers after work hm?