Pizza with a Side of Profanity

Sunday night, Kevin and I took Marina and Sergei to the "best pizza place in Vipiteno." We were sitting next to a table with about eight people and another table with three guys. We all ordered our drinks and pizza and were talking when the three guys started getting louder and louder. You could tell they were drunk as they sloppily shoveled their spaghetti in their mouths. They were cussing and laughing so loudly it was started to get annoying, but we ignored them and dove into our pizzas once they were delivered.

Fast forward about 20 minutes to when we were finished and it was just us in the room with the three guys. Sergei and I were debating on ordering coffee and I noticed that one of the guys was getting louder and louder and I was pretty sure he was talking about us. It was kind of obvious considering he kept motioning towards us and was using the word "Yankees" (which is almost funny considering Marina and Sergei are Latvian). Finally, the guy got up and as he was passing us he called us "F#*king Hillbillies" so we all knew for sure he was talking about us.

We were trying to figure out what provoked us to be attacked in a pizzeria by a drunk asshole...and then we put it together. The waitress had brought Marina a box to take her pizza home in because she didn't even eat half of it. Marina didn't ask for the box; the waitress just brought it. He was mad because we were taking our food home with us. He came back to the table and the yelling and cussing continued and he added the word "McDonald's" into his ranting along side "Yankees," "Hillbillies," and "F#*k."

How is Marina supposed to finish a pizza that weighs more than her?

We kept our cool, finished our coffee, and got the hell out of there but not without Kevin giving them a parting "F#*k You!"

So the moral of the story...don't get a box from a pizzeria when you are sitting next to a drunk asshole.