Yesterday was the first time that I ever visited the pizza restaurant in my neighborhood. I went with my buddy Alfonso.
I was very nervous because I didn't know if maybe I would not like the pizza and then it would be really embarrassing and I would have to tell all of my friends that I don't like pizza.
They'd probably say things to me like, 'what the heck, who doesn't like pizza pie, are you a weirdo or something?' That would be so humiliating, I bet.
"Are you nervous?" Asked Alfonso.
"Just a little bit." I admitted. "I just really want to like the pizza pie. I'm scared that I will not be such a big fan."
"Don't worry about it. It is ok not to like every food that you always try, ya know? Like I don't like water, but I don't let it get to me.
I only drink sewage water now because I have figured out what works best for me. You will do the same."
"Thanks Alfonso, I think we are here at the pizza pie restaurant. Look at the sign and see how it says so."
"Yeah you're right, let's go inside this building and place an order."
We entered the building. There was a policeman behind the counter. "Hi, welcome to the pizza store, what do you want today?"
I took a deep breath. "I want to have pizza with cheese topping!"
"That's coming right up, you smoking hot man!"
I blushed and took a seat by the window. "I'm going to wait over here!"
Five minutes later the police officer was back at the counter. "Your pizza is ready, pretty boy!" He hurled the pizza through the air. It landed like an airplane right in front of me.
Alfonso was eager to see what I thought. I took a bite by sticking my face into the pizza.
"You are eating it wrong, but so what! How does it taste?"
"I have never known such ecstasy," I whispered into the greasy cheese. "This is the happiest moment of my life."