Excerpts from a Pizzeria

In the wee hours of this Saturday we happened by Pizza Di Roma when hunger pangs became too much to bear. My small notebook informed us as to the evening's events this morning. It read:

The unfortunate victim of a sprink(u)ler stumbled, soaked into a late night pizzeria. He peed in the face of the handsome cashier, and fell stone dead on the linoleum floor. He trembled, and for a moment, everyone in the room sat in contemplation, recalling their own urine soaked youths. 

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Also, see "Where He Found Himself" by Stephen Dunn for striking similarities.