
Then she just goes "My husband left me for a woman who makes her own sauce from scratch." I didnt know what to say so I just blurted out "Well her sauce probably isnt even that good." She looked at me and then she started laughing this kind of wheezy cry laugh and I started laughing too. We just stood there by the pasta sauce laughing like maniacs. I ended up buying the arrabbiata. I dont think I helped but it was a moment. You ever just have a weirdly human connection with a complete stranger in the most
random place
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