“The lady asked me if I would take the pizza into the basement. Alarms immediately went off in my head. I politely tried to get out of that request, stating we were busy and making excuses. She persisted, politely, and said she’d tip me better […] I reluctantly agreed and headed into the basement.
I got downstairs and the place was packed with teenagers […] When they finally noticed me, the room exploded with energy and everyone started chanting, ‘Pizza! pizza!’ Thoroughly confused, I made my way to a guy with a microphone. He asked me my name, and I told him, and the crowd started chanting my name. The guy informed me that I had just won the Pizzalympics, hung a medal around my neck […] and gave me a volleyball trophy that looked like the person was serving a little pizza box.” – FargoFox