Quasar1011
King of Sylvania
When I first moved to Atlanta, I stayed with a friend until I could get my own place. I found a Papa John's pizza place in the phone book, and ordered a pizza over the phone, saying I would come by and pick it up. It was payday, and I wanted to splurge on a pizza, what can I say? Anyway, when I got to Papa John's, all I had to pay with was a $50. The guy behind the counter told me I wasn't getting my pizza unless I paid with something smaller! I told him he had to take it, it was legal tender. To make matters worse, I was the only white guy in the place, everyone else was black. I had visions of starting a race riot! Fortunately, a nice black man behind me told me he had change for a $50. That solved the impasse. Which is a good word, because the pizza guy acted like both an imp and an asse.