After what seemed like an eternity, the delivery man arrived. Everyone went to set the dining room table. I went to go pee, as all of my pizza day dreaming had gotten my bladder into a tizzy. That's when it happened.
I was only gone for two, maybe three minutes. But when I got back...the pizza was all gone. Every last slice. I asked my mother where it had gone, and she said that everyone must have eaten it all. There were only six people there, though. Me, my mother, my aunt, my uncle, my cousin Dave, and my cousin Helen. Since the average pizza has 12 slices, I didn't think that was a plausible explanation. Being so young though, I couldn't think of any other good reason for why the pizza was gone. I figured everyone must have been really hungry, and it had been my own fault for not staking my claim to my own piece before I went to the bathroom.
How wrong I was...