At the Carnegie Deli, in New York City, they will give you a pastrami sandwich the size of your head, along with a bowlful of pickles so large, you will sit and wonder if they are real.
The one time I was there, it was really crowded in the joint, so tables were smushed close together, and strangers were sitting with strangers. Right next to me, there was a girl and a guy, and the girl had one of these bowls of pickles in front of her. The guy kept reaching for one, and she kept smacking his hand away, and he couldn't believe she wasn't going to share.
All of a sudden, she looked up at him, and said, "Remember last night, when I was doin' all that hollerin'?" And he grinned and said, "Yeah?"
That's when she picked up another pickle, bit into it, and through her chewing, said, "All fake. That's why you can't have my pickles!"
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