Does anyone else feel like a ravenous wolf cornering a helpless bunny when the Pizza Guy is in the elevator with you?
Is it just me?
All that melted cheese and fresh, hot dough aroma permeates every fiber in the metal cage and I want to steal his pizza and run to my apartment when the doors fling open on my floor.
I know. I have issues.
Or I'm just extra hungry.
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