The Flirty Pizza Man

It happened on the night when I picked Melissa to accompany me for some succulent beef bacon and salami Pizza. We were dressed like how girls our age would dress... fashionable but still in a presentable manner.

We were greeted by this foreign worker behind the counter where all the cooking was done. Picture this, a burnette of average height, hairy arms, furrowed temple and dusty side burns.


"Ladies..." he said invitingly. "Table for how many?"

April waves a peace sign left and right "Two please."

"Ah, sit right here." he sat us down right next to the counter and passed us the menus.

His colleague just happened to walk by in and said, "Eh, another customer said he wants to sit here!"

"Ah no, no these two ladies already took the table. Ask him to sit inside."


He unstrapped his apron took an note pad with a pen and walked over to the other side of the table to take our orders. Now how great is that? What service and first come first serve policy for a local restaurant :)

Melissa wanted a glass of water for her cough and he replied...

"Sorry it's not our company policy to serve water, but we can serve you mineral water."

"Ah...it's ok then. No need for water."


He then proceeds to making the pizza I ordered while me and Mel continued being girlish-ly chatty. It's interesting to catch the rolling of the dough, raining of cheese an pasting of tomato puree at the corner of your eye but it's also DISTURBING to catch the same man having his eyeballs fixed at you and your company.


He then disturbed our conversation a bit and asked the most corniest sex innuendo-ised question....


"Your pizza...do you want one egg or two eggs on it?" as he attempts to sound appealing. (Now come to think of it, thank goodness if he asked me if I wanted "one or two sausages on it"....that would be drastically nightmarish).


Smashing two eggs on top of the pizza as I ordered he proceeded to putting my Pizza into the oven and me and Mel went on with our chat....and then out of the blue...


"Do you still want water?"

"In a glass? Yes please."

He then proceeds to increase the value of the "generous" offer. "With lemon?"

"Yes. I have a bad cough."

" OK. And you?"

"Ermm. No thanks." I emphasized hand waving suggestively


He dashes of to get the water prepared and this was EVERY OPPORTUNITY to ask Mel in cantonese of course...

"Is the guy flirting with us ah?"


He delivered the water to the tables himself and made that attempt to smile titillatingly again. Ugh....yes trying to flirt.


He goes back to his counter, serves the pizza and then HANGS ABOUT LIKE CROW PERCHED AT THE COUNTER. GOD KNOWS WHERE HIS EYES ARE TRAVELLING FROM THAT PLATFORM and WHAT HE WANTS TO PICK OUT FROM OUR TALK.

"You girls are from where?"

"We're from here."

"You're Chinese? But you speak English!" (Ah-duiii)

"Ah yes. Where are you from?" as Melissa tried to be diplomatic

"Croatia."

"Ah..I see"


When the bill came,... Mel asked me to check the bill if they charged for her glass of lemon water. XD Hey, hey he wanted to get fresh with us so the water came free...

After our coffee we walked back to the car and there he was sitting outside having a drink and I supposed he meant well when he waved goodbye to us.

It just sent me and Melissa into a panic to get in the car,...lock up and drive off. Ish. I'm not going to dress like my age to the same pizza shop again..unless I knew flirting would get me a free pizza XD