A Story

Today I went to lunch with a couple friends at a pizza place. I was reminded of the last time a couple of us went to that particular restaurant.

First, the pizza restaurant in question is an icon in the town its located. The place has little to no air-conditioning and you can actually see the sweat pouring off people. I guess its their way of making pizza healthy by melting off the water weight while you eat. When you order pizza by the slice they don't bother with plates of any kind, they just put a piece of paper on your tray and slap a scalding hot slice of pie onto that. All that said, the pizza is top shelf and the garlic butter is out of this world.

On to the story. About four or five of us were eating and there was a guy in all black in the restaurant by the back door. We noticed him, but since all employees at the restaurant wear similar garb, paid no attention. At the conclusion of our meal, we grabbed our trays and made for the back door where there is trash can. The gentleman reached out to one of my compatriots to take his tray. Thinking the guy worked at the restaurant, my friend gladly handed it over. To the shock and astonishment of us all, the guy proceeded to eat the leftover pizza crusts off the tray.