Just getting over a little cold...
ok, a story I haven't told anyone but a few:
So, I'm 'coordinating volunteers' like mad. Running in and out of venues, checking in, answering questions, delivering pats on back, etc. One of my Venue Coordinators (Amy Steinberg) looks at me in between bouts, pale and concerned: "I have to eat something. Can I go get a slice of pizza?" I'm thinking "What, are you crazy?! You can't LEAVE!!!" but instead I say: "I'll get you pizza. Wait here, I'll be right back."
I run a block to Pizza Luna, and hastily gasp: "Two slices, cheese. Vitamin water." The adorable server rushes to throw two slices in the oven.
And then, we wait....
He stands behind the counter, peers at me, and asks: "Do you have two minutes?"
I'm thinking, WHAT?!
He reaches out a hand over the counter "Come." He says. "Come make a pizza. Two minutes. Make a pizza."
My first reaction is: oh, great. Now someone else wants me to do work I can't get paid for. This blows.
My second reaction is: OH. He's HITTING ON ME. Clever.
I put him off. "I'm VERY BUSY," I say, handing him my credit card. "I'm working right now. I'll come back some other time and make a pizza with you."
He swipes my card in one fluid movement while muttering "Liar."
I take my pizza's, throw more "I'm sorry"s over the counter and run back to Amy. She'll probably never know that I turned down a Turkish hottie to get her dinner. Everybody know: Turkish people make the best pizza in South Florida. Who better to make a pizza with?