ON: a chilly November day 

IN: San Francisco

W/: the grace of God

The other day I went to this make-your-own pizza spot. For whatever reason, I noticed two of the workers in particular; they were wearing the same uniform, but I suspected one to be the manager, I will call him Mr. Manager. The Other Guy, I had not seen before. Both were about the same height, wore the same uniform, and had the same task.

The pizza spot was crowded. And the kitchen was understaffed. The line was spilling out of the building.