Broke and pizza with grandparents

Date: 3/27/2020

I was walking on the side of the road towards the cars but no cars were on the road. I was deep in thought and when I snapped back in I had drifted into the middle of the rode and a car was juust approaching me so I got out of the way just in time! I laughed as I rushed out of the way of the car. The car right behind that car that I walked right beside on the road to get around actually inside were two old Russian people that I knew cause they were friends with my grandparents! We were surprised to see eachother and waved enthusiastically! They pulled over into a tiny parking lot to talk to me. They invited me too a pizza party they’re having that my grandparents were at and I said sure! I got in the car and we drove to their house. The outside of their house was a whiteish grayish colour. Once inside my grandparents and the Russian couple were sitting at a table. My ex-grandmother told me to go wash my hands, which was super annoying to me cause I’m literally an adult.. I don’t need her telling me. Annoyed I went to go wash them, and I could feel her watching me do it which was also annoying. I ran my hands under the warm water slightly longer than normal to wash my hands for longer, plus the warmth felt nice. As I was talking back up the Russian old man friend said it’s was going to be split $20.88 for each person! I made quick awkward eye contact with my grandfather and looked away. We knew he was paying for me. My grandparents normally paid for me so even though there was a slight awkward tension they did it by impulse. My grandpas friend went over to the counter where the pizza was. We had already all took slices, I took spinach pizza. It looked like restaurant pizza. When he got to the counter my grandpa shouted softly to him and pointed to all these scattered pieces of meat that looked like crumbled pepperoni clumped together that fell off other pieces lying there. There were like 6 different ones he pointed out in different corners around the pizza. Somehow his friend knew he didn’t even like that type of meat and said “that’s not for you is it?” And my grandpa said “no not for me, for you, but can you get me those” as he pointed to pieces of sausage topping.