RITA ANCI HER PITA by LOUIE HALLMAN CApITAI. TIMES STAFF WRITER I LL TRY TO Q 0 SLOW SO YOUR HEAd'S NOT SpINNIN f I ONCE MET THIS GIRL SHE USEd TO SCREAM ANd SHOUT BUT I THOUGHT I'd TAKE A CHANCE ANd Ask HER OUT I WENT Up TO HER ANd I STARTEd TO SWEAT FROM THIS POINT OF THE STORM I WILL NEVER FORGET . . I SAId, "HEY HOW YOU doily'? My NAME IS LOUIE.'' "SORRY I'M A LITTLE NERVOUS SO my HANd IS ALL SHE SMIIEd A NICE SMILE THAT MAdE ME GRIN HER TEETH WERE AS SHINY AS A BUNCH OF TIN SHE SAO "OH HOW ARE you? My NAME IS RITA." "1 THINk you SHOULd kNOW I'M HUNGRY FOR A pITA." I WAS TAkIN' AbAck I CIICIN'T kNOW HOW TO REACT BUT quick AS A CHEETAH I SAICI . . . "OH REALLY . . . A piTA?" I kNow THIS QREAT PLACE CIOWN by THE GARdEN OLIVES ARE THEIR spEciAlTy s you'll HAVE TO pARCION BUT I'M PRETTY SURE IF you COME WITH ME RITA YOU CAN BITE INTO A NICE SIZEd pITA. SO, SHE HoppEd INTO my CAR ANd WE WERE ON OUR vvAy I could TELL THIS RITA WAS GONNA MAkE My dAy WE QOT TO THE CAW:IEN ANd WE FOUNd OUR SEAT ONE LOOk AT THE MENU ANd SCREAM dud RITA FOR ON THERE SHE SAW THERE WAS NO PITA I quickly cAllEd OUR WAITER TO bRINQ up THE SITUATION HE SARI IT likt THIS WITHOUT ANY HESITATION "I'M SORRY TO SAy THAT you CIROVE SO FAR FOR RITA . . . BUT LAST MONTH WE siroppEcl SELLING THAT silly or pITA." RIGHT AWAY, I SAW RITA GET REd IN THE FACE AbOUT THIS TIME I FELT LIKE A dISGRACE I sAicl "How ABOUT A SAIACI WITH CHICkEN FOR you RITA?'' SHE SCREAMEd "No!! All I WANT IS JUST A piTA!!" 100kECI AT THE WAITER ANd HE WAS GIVING ME A STARE I IHINk HE WAS IMAGINING ME IN my UNdERWEAR. I LOOkEd AT RITA ANd SAICI "WHAT you WANNA do? I CION'T THINK THEY HAVE A RITA AT THE ZOO." FROM THIS MOMENT SHE LOOkEd LIKE THE CIEVIL HER LAZY EYE STARTEd TO BECOME JUST AbOUT LEVEL WITH A pOSSESSEd VOICE SHE SAId "GET ME OUTTA HERE!" I QRAbbEd my COAT ANd RAN OUT WITH FEAR I dIdN'T look bAck UNTIE I WAS SAFE AT HOME IN my bEd 111 sAy THIS ONE THING UNTIL IT'S dRIIIEd IN YOUR HEAd SORRy, Howboys, I doN'T MEAN TO busT youß bubblE BUT RITAS WITH PITAS ARE NOTHIN G bUT TEROUbiE!!! THIS IS A STORM ill START FROM THE bEQINNIN' I JUMpEd INTO my CAR ANd pUT THE pEdAt To THE METAL. American E: By Michelle Dauberman Capital Times Staff Writer Photos by Steven Shearer Hanging in Olmsted's main hall, from now until the end of March are paintings created by inmates from the State Correctional Institution in Camp Hill. Once a week these individuals gath er to express and explore their creative freedom from behind prison walls. Their work is interesting and has a var ied integrity. Definitely well worth a stroll down Olmsted's main hall on the way to your next class or during your lunch break. Untitled i CULTURE by Donald Long Untitled 2 by Berry Good by Barry Good
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