My time in the clink

I realized I sort of closed up shop on the embarrassing moment stuff, but I reserve the right to report such moments as they occur going forward.

Do you remember me telling you about my speeding ticket less than a month ago? Well, with my sister's wedding, a trip to visit family in Pittsburg, and a four-day autism conference, I had not even thought that the deadline for paying my ticket might even be approaching. Apparently I had a court date Thursday of last week and Friday night while I was at the conference, Bobby and the girls received a knock on the door. It was a police officer and he said that he had a warrant out for Mommy's arrest. WHAT THE CRAP?!

Bobby told him I wasn't there but we would take care of it first thing on Monday. Monday morning we drove together to the police department. I walk up to the receptionist, fully expecting to pay the ticket and have that be it. Oh, Katherine, you're so naive... She calls someone from the back and the sergeant comes out telling me I need to come with him to take care of it and that I'll be there for 20 minutes at least. I told him I didn't think I could wait that long and could I come back later? He kind of laughed at that and asked, "When are you going to come back?" I wondered why he was laughing and then later I realized what I was really doing in that police department. I was turning myself in!

What ensued after that can definitely be considered for my embarrassing moment portfolio. The sergeant was very kind and talkative as he took my fingerprints and took my money so I could post my bond. (Is that the right phrasing?) He asked why I was in such a hurry, and I told him my friend was coming over to help me figure out my sewing machine. I guessed that he didn't hear that very often when he was taking fingerprints. Then when he said he needed to take my picture, I could not stifle my laughter.

"You mean like, mug shots?"
He laughed and said, "Yeah, basically."
Me: "So I've just been arrested?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "So I have a record now?"
Him: "You sure do."

Awesome.

Today I called the B.F.E.P.D. and asked if I could get a copy of the mug shot. The man who answered was totally rude. He was like, "no we don't do that." I asked if there was any other way I could go about getting a copy. Then he asked what I was afraid he would ask, "well what do you need it for?" Embarrassed, I answered: "I want to post it on my blog." Him: "No we don't do that."

Okay fine. So I just took my own. I thought I needed a visual.

Most Embarrassing Moment #13 - The Final Threshold

I know this whole embarrassing moment saga has been kind of drawn out, but that's only because it has all been hinging on my AV geek metamorphosis. It's time to rap this baby up. I'm not really sure exactly why I decided to share all my most embarrassing moments in the first place, but it's been kind of liberating. We've been recording home movies since 2003, but it's been of no real use to us stored on those tiny little DV tapes. But now we've figured out how to load them onto our computer, which is really exciting!

I'd like to first set the stage by confessing something that very few people probably really know. I totally fantasize about being the lead singer in a band. I want to be like Jenny Lewis or Joni Mitchell and just belt out beautiful lyrics that move the people! But I have a crappy voice. It's pretty bad. Except when I sing "William, it was really nothing" by the Smiths. I think I sound pretty good when I sing that. What does that mean? It probably means I have a man voice. At any rate, check out exhibit A (video below) to see just how unlikely it is that I will be the next Jenny Lewis.

Anyway, this embarrassing moment happened on Memorial Day 2003. We both had the day off and slept in (I can't even remember what that feels like), and I headed downstairs to play with our new Mac. I had just downloaded one of my closet favorites, "Summer Breeze" by Seals and Croft, and ... well, you'll see...

The whole reason Bobby pulled out the video camera was because he wanted to record me doing this dorky politician commercial I had done for him earlier. He just got lucky and caught this moment. Yeah, lucky... ;)

Most Embarassing Moment- Honorable Mentions

These are all stories about times I've fallen due to snow or just plain tripping. Or trippin'. (Why you always trippin'?)

None of them are really embarrassing enough to make it into the "hall of fame" of my embarassing moments, but are still worth mentioning, hence the "honorable mentions" category.

Fall #1- High School. I'm late to class, walking very quickly, through the open courtyard of Marina school. There are very few people out walking with me- five or 6, and I am in the middle of the courtyard, in full view of everyone outside, when I trip over... well, nothing at all, and fall flat on my face. I recognize how funny it is even then and stand up to may eye contact with someone and laugh it off, but I see no kind and familiar faces at all, and am forced to keep walking in my trippin' shame.

Fall #2- Ricks College. I never really spent a lot of time in snow before I started school in Rexburg, ID in the fall of 1996. My Mom was really freaked out about the cold weather and she took me shopping for a coat and a pair of snowboots. We found a pair of Sorels but I couldn't find a decent coat. We figured that she could send me a coat later since I wouldn't need it right away. Just as she promised, she sent a large box soon after I arrived. When I was opening the box however, I thought, "how weird that mom sent me a sleeping bag?" This coat was huge. She sent me a size 14 even though I was a size 6 at the time. I guess she thought since it was bigger it would provide more coverage and more warmth? Not only was it way too big, but it was ankle-length! So anyway, it snowed for the first time in November or something. Very little snow, and we knew it was coming thanks to the weather man. I was nervous about walking in it, but my friends told me not to worry, that it was only difficult to walk when the paths got icy and slick and that wouldn't be a problem with such a small amount of snow. So the next morning I'm walking to class, in one of the busiest areas of campus, ready for anything in my steel-toed Doc Martens (don't tell my Mom but I have still never used the Sorels) and "large and in charge" in my sleeping bag coat. Walking to class, feeling like a pro at this whole snow-walking thing, when one of my adequately-treaded boots slips out from underneath me inexplicably and I fall hard on my rear. What the ??!? It was totally hilarious.

Fall #3- Target in Orem. One night after I moved to Utah and moved in with my friends Janelle and Manna, we went to Target to pick up a few things. I was standing in the front of the store, looking at make-up right across from where the cash registers are. Janelle and Manna were close by, looking at another area of the store, but still in my line of sight. As I was perusing this Target's selection of Maybelline or L'Oreal or whatever, I slipped on some spilled shampoo or hand soap and fell hard. The contents of my purse spilled all over the floor in the soapy, slippery mess and I was frantically trying to clean it up before anyone noticed (which was useless- I was in full view of all the cashiers and all of the customers who were checking out. I looked up to see Janelle and Manna totally laughing at me, and a few frightened onlookers watching me with concern. At first I couldn't understand why they were laughing at me and not rushing to my aid until I realized how funny it must be to see someone slip and fall for apparently no reason at all!

Most Embarassing Moment #11 - The Work Stories

Dedicated to my friend Josh, who always got a good laugh at my embarrassing work stories (who may even remember some more that I have blocked out.)

I worked at MyFamily.com for 4 years before Bobby started medical school. I held a position in the Human Resources Department and I did administrative-type stuff for them. Part of my job involved resetting people's passwords for our HR intranet site. This seemingly simple responsibility soon became the bane of my MyFamily.com existence. If an employee didn't log on once in a period of 30 days, the password would need to be reset. I was receiving angry emails from frustrated employees, and I myself was often frustrated with employees for not following instructions.

Well, our company had a call center filled with college students who for the most part did not want to be troubled with finicky passwords when trying to access their online paycheck, and were sometimes slightly indignant with me when they couldn't log on to the intranet site. Well there was one call center employee- we'll call him Jared, because that's his real name- who was especially rude and/or stupid. Actually, I can't remember what he said, but that's irrelevant anyway. I think we went back and forth with our emails and he was clearly not understanding what I was trying to communicate and he was being rude about it. Well, my friend Johanna and I used to forward the rude and/or stupid emails that people sent us to each other to have a laugh. I forwarded Jared's email to Johanna as was customary and asked her about it later. She said she didn't get it. Oops, I had made this mistake before. I quickly check my outbox to confirm that I had in fact hit "reply" instead of "forward."

Here's what I emailed to Jared: "Can you believe this guy? Did he even read my email? What a jerk!"

It was too late to try and "unsend." The version of Microsoft Outlook had an "unsend" button, which I'm convinced never really works. (I've tried to use it in vain many times.)

The worst part is, he emailed me back and apologized. He said, "Don't worry. Sometimes I am a jerk. My friends tell me so all the time." I felt awful!

Next story...

One year I was really into American Idol. One night this kid sang, "Every Little Step I Take" by Bobby Brown. I LOVE that song! It just takes me back... to a simpler time, you know? Anyway, he got kicked off and I felt bad for him and I played the song he sang in my head the whole next day. So the morning after I got to work pretty early. Noone was around yet and I got up to get a drink out of the drinking fountain. On my way back to my desk, I got a little carried away and forgot where I was and started dancing to the music playing in my head. "Every little step I take- you will be there... every little step I ma-ake, we'll be to geth er..." I kind of step and cock my head to the right and kick my foot back. You know- with a little attitude, like my sister Julia the dancer would say. With my head cocked to the right, I see our company's CEO, Tom has just left the bathroom and he runs right into me, not expecting me to stop to dance to the silent music that only I can hear because it's playing in my head. Now that was embarrassing. I can't remember what I said, but I'm sure it was a great cover. Something like, "er.. uh, sorry Tom."

Speaking of Julia and embarrassing work stories, she has one I'd like to share here. (I have no problem humiliating her on my blog since she informed me this morning that she's been watching home videos from my awkward years with her boyfriend at my Dad's house.) Once Julia came in to visit me at work. She asked where the bathroom was. I told her it was around the corner and so she followed my instructions so she could go and well, you know. So she comes back, laughing her head off, and I'm like, "what, what happened?" She said after she came out of the bathroom, someone was on their way in, so she smiled and held the door open. The person gave her a really strange look and it was only after the door swung shut that she realized she had been using the men's restroom and had just held the door (which was very clearly marked by the way) for a man! I laugh so hard when I picture Julia just standing there holding the door with a big smile on her face! It helps make the story funnier that the man she held the door open for is maybe one of the most socially awkard people I've ever encountered in my life.

Embarrassing Moment #10- The Creme Brulee Story

The first year Bobby and I were married we had a Christmas party and invited our good friends Mary and Jason and Joe and Suzy. We were all experimenting with different recipes and we put together a fancy holiday menu. Mary made an impressive apple-filled pork roast, Suzy brought some delicious side dishes, and I was in charge of dessert. I could not decide on one dessert, so I ended up preparing two, which saved me in the end since one of these desserts ended up making it into the hall of fame of my embarassing moments.

I found this recipe on epicurious for Black and White Creme Brulee. It was chocolate custard on the bottom half of the ramekin and vanilla custard on top. The recipe called for bittersweet chocolate. I was pretty new to cooking at this point and when I couldn't find bittersweet chocolate on the grocery store shelves, I figured unsweetened chocolate was the same as bittersweet and bought that.

So we have a lovely dinner- everything tasted fabulous- and then after we played games, I served dessert. I thought it would be fun for everyone to use the kitchen torch and "brulee" their own "creme." So Suzy and Joe start eating theirs first and all of the sudden I can hear them giggling and well, uh, gagging a little bit. Well that can't be good, I thought to myself, so I hurried over and grabbed one of the desserts to find out for myself what was going on with my creme brulee and tasted the vanilla layer on top: creamy, sweet, and delicious! Then I go for the bottom layer: uh-oh, this tastes like poop! I'm serious, too. It was disgusting; the flavor paired with the custardy consistency was just too much and all the creme brulee went right into the kitchen sink. Luckily I had prepared an extra dessert. The Sachertorte mit Schlagobers (with whipped cream) saved the day!

Before I realized my mistake, I logged on and wrote a review of the recipe, which is maybe even more embarrassing. Click here. I'm the cook from Provo.

Most Embarrassing Moment #8 and #9 - The "Einbahn" Story

I thought I would cluster the two European stories together- I'm not sure they're strong enough to stand alone anyway.

I love looking back on my study abroad experience in Vienna. I actually never would have gone if it wasn't for Jordan. I had heard about it and hadn't even considered going for financial reasons. Then my friend Jordan said she was going and suggested I apply, too- I thought, why not? Still wish you would have come with me, Jordan, instead of serving a mission in Russia.... Just teasing.

Okay, the first story happened the first night I arrived. I lived with a very wealthy family who lived in the third district- very close to the center of Vienna. They were unavailable to pick me up when I arrived so they sent their daughter Carolina who was in high school. She and I took a taxi home to their flat and she helped me up to the third floor with my heavy luggage, and then she gave me some quick instructions about taking the subway. There were two separate flats that belonged to the family. One flat housed the parents and three of their children; the other flat had a lower level where the father had his law practice, and a second floor where there was a computer and TV room, a small kitchen, two bathrooms, a rec room with a beautiful veranda and a fusball table, and my bedroom (which had three beds.) It was sweet, but sometimes kind of lonely because I didn't have any roommates. I basically lived alone during that time, which ended up being kind of cool for such a short amount of time (3 1/2 months.)

Blah, blah, blah- I'm taking too long to tell this story. So after Carolina left me in my flat to myself, I thought, "I'm going to go explore Vienna!" The first thing I thought before I started exploring- better get my bearings first. Now, I should mention that I had taken one semester of German 101 before arriving in Austria. As I step out of the flat, I look up for a street sign and see one that says EINBAHN. I think, okay great, if I get lost, all I have to do is look at a map and find the street called EINBAHN and I'll be fine. EINBAHN is possibly one of the easiest words in German to translate. EIN: one, BAHN: way. EINBAHN: oneway. In a busy European city like Vienna, there are going to be a lot of EINBAHN signs. Luckily, I noticed the sign at the end of the street for Rochusgasse, and after having a good laugh at my own expense, I was on my way. I told a couple of my friends, still hoping to keep it from my professor who is a self-proclaimed intellectual snob, but the story leaked. He thought it was hilarious and brings it up everytime I see him.

Next story: I need to set the stage for this one, too. It's really embarrassing and I don't want to share this part, but it makes the story funnier. Deep breath... okay. Growing up, my mom would always make fun of the underwear I chose. "It's so boring and it's always white. Don't you want something prettier and more feminine?" So I went shopping for underwear before my study abroad trip, and AS A JOKE, I bought some clearanced underwear that had a zebra print on them. I wanted to give my mom a good laugh. I'm not kidding, they looked like something a male stripper would wear. My wealthy Viennese family had a housekeeper who did all of the laundry. Their washing machine was in the kitchen, and they didn't have a dryer, so all the clothes had to be hung out to dry in the dining room. I had dinner with the family once a week and one of the first times we had dinner, we're all sitting around talking over pasta and I look over and see my zebra print underwear hanging over a drying rack just feet away from the dining room table! I could have died!!

Most Embarrassing Moment #7- The Rebel Yell Story

When I was at BYU, I took a class called Latin American poetry. We studied authors like Pablo Neruda, Octavio Paz, and even some America poets like Langston Hughes. It was an awesome class. My professor was pretty young and new to teaching, and he came in one day with some song lyrics for America by Simon and Garfunkel. These were song lyrics he liked and something he considered poetry. (By the way, I think this song is beautiful.) Then he read us some other song lyrics for a song that was popular then. I don't know who sings this, but I do remember the lyrics:

Wanna put my tender
heart in a blender
something something something
to a beautiful oblivion
rendez-vous than I'm through with you

He considered these lyrics to be "bad poetry." So he had this cool idea for a class party. He wanted us to all come to his house and have a bad poetry reading. He suggested we find the worst poem or song lyrics we could and we could all go around and take a turn reading them to the class. Now, at this time, Bobby was serving his mission and we was in Colorado for two years. I was missing him dreadfully, and everything I did I tried to connect it to him in some way. Bobby loves Billy Idol, so I thought I would read the lyrics to Rebel Yell.

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

I was so naive. I started reading the lyrics and I got to the part where it says, "In the midnight hour, she cried 'more, more, more'".... and I thought, is this song sexual? Then "With a rebel yell, she cried 'more, more, more'" Okay, yeah, this song is referring to sex. But I kept reading, I didn't know what to do! Finally after the second stanza, the professor stopped me, probably because his eight-year-old daughter was sitting on his lap and I was reading dirty poetry at his house! What he must have thought of me!

Most Embarrassing Moment #5 and #6 - Early morning Nintendo

This post is dedicated to Annie Curtis Reeve- one of my oldest and dearest friends, since both of these stories involve her.

When I look back on my childhood, it seems like most of my Friday nights were spent at the Curtis's house. We were pretty much obsessed with DJ on Full House, so we liked to watch it together. We would hang out with Annie's cool older sisters or play hide-and-g0-seek with Annie's brother Matthew and his friends. Sometimes we would play with our dolls or eat Phyllis's famous peanut butter candy. We also really liked to play Nintendo.

One time when I was sleeping over at Annie's, we decided to set the alarm and get up really early to play Nintendo- most likely Super Mario Bros. 1. I don't remember why we wanted to get up at 5:00 to play a video game, but it might have been because Annie or Matthew had a soccer game. So we crawl out of bed and tread down the stairs and I take a seat while Annie and Matthew get the Nintendo working (which any experienced NES player knows, can take a little bit of effort.) So I'm sitting on a lovely plush ottoman in Phyllis's living room and I actually started to doze off... sitting up. Apparently I should have made a stop in the bathroom on my way down, because I started to dream that I was sitting on a toilet and after I was done using that fantasy toilet I realized that I had wet my pants on Annie's mom's furniture! So me: "Uhh.... Annie?" Annie, who was extremely resourceful as a kid, knew just what to do... She ran and grabbed a can of Lysol, sprayed the whole thing down and put a towel over it so we could play some serious Mario and Luigi. I'm so sorry, Phyllis!

I thought I'd include one more about Annie and I. Many, many years later, Annie and I are both at Ricks College. It's Mother's week and we have both our moms there, so we all go to Idaho Falls for the day and eat at Garcia's Mexican restaurant. I had never eaten there before, but I remembered Bobby telling me that he loved their cinnamon peppermints. He told me that once when he was there with his sister Molly they each grabbed a handful right in front of the hostess. She didn't seem to care at all- almost like she was challenging them to take more. So Bobby took the whole basket and dumped it in Molly's backpack and the hostess didn't say a word. So while Annie and I are waiting while our mothers used the restroom, I think of this story and notice that no restaurant employees are guarding the cinnamon peppermint basket. I suggest to Annie that we dig our hands deep into the basket and run to the car! So my accomplice and I get to Annie's car and start climbing into the backseat when we hear someone call out, "Excuse me! Only one peppermint per customer, please!" Annie and I look at each other and then call out, "Okay, sorry!" Then we stayed in the car! Partly because we figured they wouldn't want them back and partly because we were too embarassed to go back in. It serves our mothers right for leaving two 20 year-olds unaccompanied in a public place. :)

Embarassing Moment #4 - The "Lost My Bathing Suit" Story

Age eleven to thirteen was basically just one long embarrassing moment. Look at my glasses! And my bangs! Oh well, I may have looked scary, but I at least I always had a good time. These years are sadly very well documented with many pictures just like this as well as many hours of home video. My siblings like to watch these videos for a good laugh every once in a while and I have promised them all if they ever put one on when Bobby is present I will make them pay. Why anyone let me get my hands on a video camera during these awkward, awkward years is beyond me! Anyway, I'm using this picture to segway into my cluster of embarrassing moments from my childhood.

My mom used to take us to the beach A LOT during the summer. I have always enjoyed swimming at the beach and used to spend all my time there in the water or playing on the shore in the sand. Often after a few hours of playing my suit would catch a lot of sand, so I would go deep into the water where noone could see me, pull my swimsuit down around my knees, and shake the suit to loosen the sand. On such an occasion when I was about the same age as I was in the above picture, I had my suit around my knees and a big wave came and whisked it away! Panic-stricken, I reached down under the water frantically grasping for my suit, but it was GONE. To make matters worse, we were nowhere near where my mother was sitting with all our stuff. The tide was bad that day and we had drifted at least 50 yards from where she was. I asked my sister Julia to go find mom and grab me a towel so I could get out the water. So here I am, drifting farther and farther away from my mom, totally naked, in the ocean. Every once in a while I'd pass someone else who was swimming, trying to hide the fact that I was totally nude. It felt like an hour before Julia came back with that towel, but I was so grateful to see her when she finally did. We walked back to where my mom was and after we laughed about what had happened, she actually asked me to walk down the beach and look for my swimsuit, in case it washed up on the shore! But not before I could put on the shirt and shorts I brought as beach cover-up. I guess I can understand- it was a sweet blue Bodyglove swimsuit- remember the kind that used to zip up the front?

Most Embarrassing Moment #3 - In flagrante delicto!

I was talking to Bobby this afternoon and telling him that I have no idea how I was able to lure him in. I managed to humiliate myself in front of him a lot in a very short amount of time! I guess I'm lucky that he finds all of this very endearing.

After Bobby and I had been dating exclusively for a few months, he asked me to go with him to a formal dance when we were at Ricks. As evidenced by the pizza story, my friends and I were kind of cheap in college, and we thought it would be fun to sneak into the dance instead of paying for tickets like everyone else. No, I'm not proud. I was only eighteen! Okay, whatever, so maybe I was nineteen. Anyway, the dance was held in the Hart auditorium, and we snuck in by way of the ground level, made our way up the stairwell and snuck into the dance. We waited until we thought the way was clear and tried to blend into the crowd, but we weren't as sly as we thought, and someone was onto us. Now, to further illustrate just how embarrassing this moment was, I feel the need to include that I was a Relief Society president in my ward that year, and I can remember seeing fellow RS presidents from the stake there who had paid for their tickets. I also recall seeing members of my ward, classmates, and other acquaintances. Bobby and I were dancing in the middle of the floor when two students with a power trip came up and told us we would have to leave the dance, and then they proceeded to escort us out! Right in front of the eyes of so many of my college peers! I could have died, but looking back, I can appreciate just how hilarious it was.

I realized today that I've already written about one of my most embarrassing moments in one of my earlier posts about the night Bobby and I met. For the 2 x 4 story, click here.

Most Embarrassing Moment #2- The Rope Swing

Ready for the next installment of Katherine's most embarrassing moments? I thought maybe I would try to cluster my embarrassing moments for different periods of my life and since I started with the pizza story, right now I'm focusing on embarrassing moments from my college years.
Bobby and I met in May 1997 and our apartments did everything together that summer. We had so much fun! I think I only had one Humanities class and a job in the afternoon for a few hours and then we could all just play. One day we all decided to go to Packsaddle Lake- it takes about an hour to get there and you can only access it on horseback, by hiking, or with 4-wheel drive. It's up in the mountains and the water is largely from snow run-off. It was late May and the weather was nice but the water was very cold. None of us had any intention of going swimming, but there was a rope swing. The guys each took a few turns swinging out over the lake as you see Bobby doing here holding onto this very long rope. After we watched them swing out, Bobby said, "I want to see one of the girls do it." Now, I have always been sort of a daredevil when it comes to bridge-jumping, cliff-jumping, etc.- I'm usually not afraid to try things like this, so of course I spoke out and said, "I'll do it." (Also, there might be a slight chance I was trying to impress Bobby.) While it may be true that I have guts, what I don't have is upper arm strength. I grabbed onto the wooden stick attached to the end of the rope, jumped off the rock on the bank of the lake, and swung out over the water. As I swung out, I realized that I didn't have the strength to hold on and I lost my grip and fell right into the water! Even in that ice-cold water, I did not want to re-surface and face my friends and future husband! When I did finally come up for air, my good friend was there to capture this humiliating moment on film for all all of you. Thanks Janelle.

*Bobby wants me to include another humiliating part of the story that I had every intention of withholding. After I got out of the water, in my soaking wet white T-shirt and jeans, somebody pointed out to all of us an unsightly film of grease on the surface of the water undoubtedly left by yours truly. A proud moment.

Most Embarrassing Moment #1- The PIzza Story

I mentioned in an earlier post that during our Rick's College Days, Bobby and I used to love to go roller-skating with a group of friends every Monday night and then head over to our favorite hangout Craig-O's. It was a really dumpy restaurant that featured delicious calzones that they called pizza bombs and breadsticks slathered with herb butter and baked with lots of mozzarella cheese on top. It was such a great place. I have so many great memories there. It took me about 2 minutes to walk there from my apartment, so my friends and roommates were there all the time.

We were there so much that I didn't always order food. When you're 18 and the year is 1997, you don't want to spend money on pizza or groceries, you want to spend it on clothes, shoes, shows, and CD's. I only mention this to set the stage for embarrassing moment #1.

It was one of these post-skating gatherings at Craig-O's and I was sitting at a table with a lot of people- mostly Bobby's friends. Bobby and I were not dating yet, just friends (although I was very smitten with him and of course trying to win him over), and I was stuck at the end of the table and I was bored, because I wanted to be sitting next to Bobby, but he was sitting close to the middle of the table. The pizzas at Craig-O's were very large and we would often keep a lookout for unfinished and abandoned pizzas left on tables, so we could make sure the food didn't go to waste... Well, that night I happened to see an empty table with a half-eaten pizza on it. Thanking my lucky stars, I turned to the guys sitting next to me and I told them I was gonna go for it. So I stood up nonchalantly, walked over and in one smooth move had the pizza in my hands and I was on my way back to our table when I hear someone call out from behind me, "Hey!! That's my pizza!!" Until now, noone else besides the two guys sitting next to me knew what was going on, but now Bobby and all his friends were looking at me and laughing along with probably the rest of the restaurant! So I apologize profusely, give the guy his pizza and get the heck out of there. Later that night I stopped in at my friend's house (Royal Crest #305- I love you girls!). I let myself in and find the man who's pizza I stole, sitting on their couch recounting the whole story. He was my friend's ex-boyfriend!! He said, "That's her! That's the girl who stole my pizza!"