DAY. A food stylist and heroic young man awaits his turn at the counter of the delicatessen, despite touching the thankless task of buying food that disagrees.
Clerk - Please, tell me. Young woman
- It gives me 3 slices of roast beef , please?
Clerk - (puzzled) What? Young woman
- (scans) of - rooost - beeef. What back there.
Salesman - (with air annoyed) Ah, it meant the roast beef!
The young food stylist takes note of the fact that from the standpoint of Artusi's right salesman.
He might think about it alone.
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