Pie
One, I understand that some people call pizzas “pizza pies”, but who calls them just “pies”?
And Two, or onto an actual point:
Being embarrassed for someone else is an interesting thing, because it bleeds into your perception of yourself. For example, I’m embarrassed that the pizza guy who delivers to the building knows my face because of how often our clients have me order them pizza. I understand that the pizza guy knows I’m just doing my job, and I couldn't possibly be eating four large pizzas in their entirety in the frequency that they’re ordered, but that’s not how embarrassment works, is it?
Running pizzas down the halls in heels must be a comical sight.
The nice pizza guy does bring me free cheesy bread which I snack on like a mouse for the rest of the afternoon. yum.
xoxo
