Made me remember old times.
As a child, I wasn’t allowed to eat pizza after the incident in ‘83. My mother and father claimed it was “a work of satan”. I remember sneaking out when I was 15-17 to go eat (the devils pie) pizza with my friends who also weren’t allowed to indulge in eating pizza pies. We would order from Pizza Hut, Mazzios, Ken’s pizza, Little Caesars, dominos, and especially papa Johns. One time at a party, my friends and I were the ones to have to get the pizza. We left the party but it was too late, all of the pizza places were closed, even the local joints. We drove all around town looking for an open pizza place. Once we arrived at the closed Papa Johns, we were losing hope. One of my friends thought it would be a good idea to dumpster dive for pizza. We proceed to hop into the Papa Johns dumpster one by one. We look around to find no pizza. But finally, after looking in a trash bag, we found a fresh pizza pie. But what’s that? There was a little critter in there. A rat. It was a rat. A rat that could talk. He told us he baked the pie just for us. Good ol’ wood fired pizza. We talked with the rodent for a while. But after about half an hour had passed, it was time to go back to the party. On the road back home we all silently thought about how bizarre the experience was. Where did the rat learn to cook? Where did he cook it? Is there gas in the car? How did he know we were wanting wood fired pizza? Where did the rat learn to talk!!?? All questions we were asking ourselves. We finally made it back to the party after a long and silent car ride. We went inside and saw everyone’s faces light up when we brought the pizza in. We saved the party. We never told a single soul. Even my longtime crush Stacy (who I had never spoken to before this) was celebrating and she seemed interested in me. We hit it off and started a relationship. We just celebrated our 30th anniversary. This app made me remember my story. Thank you pizza rat, my life wouldn’t be the same without you.
