Why i'm going to pizza store

About 20 minutes by car
frequent store,
brunoh's pizza
today,
opening the door
two men are moving busily
they come and go with heavy weights
like a fluffy dance
a wonderful voice
whispers to a man
with no hair
from the top of head
to the bottom of ear
"this person comes occasionally
but remember.
only one slide of veggie.
two pieces, today?"
no matter how intimidating,
"1 piece"
how can he teaches him
something like that?
look at the two men
with suspicious eyes
as each minute passes,
two men become twins
standing in front of the counter
"that man, your father?"
shining man, as if waiting
"My son, take after?"
with a million-dollar smile
hand over
a fragrant italian pizza.

Hunger is not as strong as longing.