My stomach quivers as I walk along the street towards the apartment. There is something missing in my life, but I didn’t know what it is. I don’t know what to look for, or even where to begin looking. I try to find a way out of this horrible empty feeling when a treasure catches my eye. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Hanging above me are the words “Pizza Schmizza” with a single slice of neon pizza. That is when I realize, all I want is pizza. One slice would complete my life. Suddenly a delightful scent catches my attention and lures me into the building. I was caught. I had been angled into the mouth of this beast, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight.

I begin to turn and leave this creature before I get in too deep, but suddenly something catches my attention. A sign is hanging on the wall encouraging me to walk forward, the same sign that guides me across the street to help avoid traffic. This sign has never lied to me before, so why would it lie now? I snap back towards the counter and begin reading the menu. There are so many combinations to choose from. I knew that I would have to choose one, but they all sounded so good. I finally decide on the standard combination which is a standard slice of pizza and a medium drink. I knew that once I placed my order I would be committed. There would be no turning back. I’ll face the consequences.

I place my order and am urged to move to the other side of the counter for pick up. I then realized that I was lost inside of that building. There were so many things to look at, and I wanted to explore them all. I regain myself in front of the new counter and realize that I had been asked a question. “I said, ‘for here or to go?’” I was taken aback. I did not want to leave. I had been strategically been sucked into the belly of this place. I knew what I must do to escape. I tactically responded, “to go, please.”