Back in the late ‘80s when I was in high school, I was in the marching band, therefore every Friday night in the fall, I was usually attending a football game. Sometimes after the game, I would go to a local pizzeria to eat with my two bestest friends (who were also in the marching band). On one particular occasion, our band director had requested that we “save some pizza for her” before we left the school after the game as she was going to come as well but later in the evening.
We arrived at the restaurant, ordered our pizza and sodas and ate every last bite. Then someone remembered about our band director’s request.
I looked around at the empty booths adjacent to us and found a half eaten pizza right behind me. It was still sitting in the round pizza pan in the center of the table flanked by all the refuse from someone else’s late night dinner.
I reached behind me, took hold of the cold pizza, and placed it in the middle of our table.
My two friends thought that was spectacular. They both grinned and giggled.
Eventually, our very naive band director and her boyfriend (I believe) arrived. We were still sitting there in the same booth with the stolen pizza leftovers serving as a table centerpiece trying hard not to laugh.
From what I remember, she ate it. All of it.
