The other night, struck by boredom and mum's need to drop something of ABS-CBN, she messages me to say she'll pick me up and we'll have dinner out. So I skip over to ABS which was an utter bore and made of cheap, we head over to Tomas Morato in the ridiculous summer rain and pick a small pizza place by the name of Brooklyn Pizza. There were no people inside (compared to Amici which was PACKED), so the quiet atmosphere gave it plus points. We order, we talk and we make fun of certain people and their need to one up other people.
So rain rain rain rain.
And then suddenly the ceiling speakers started leaking, and then the lights, and then suddenly it wasn't dripping, it was POURING. Hello man made waterfalls.
The poor Brooklyn Pizza crew were panicking as they dismantled their computers and covered it while making sure were OK. They ushered us to the cafe next door which started to leak as soon as our pizzas arrived.
We gave them a large tip because we felt sorry.
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