The Fast Food and the Furious

My freshman year of college was a typical experience: RA's that insighted fear with the projection of "the look", being overheard singing Beyonce in the dorm shower stalls, pillow fights in the all-girls dorm, strings of drama attached to each girl in Coffey Hall (which of course fueled constant gossip and rumors), break downs before finals, and of course- pizza at 2:00 AM.

When I think about my first roomate- a number of funny and sentimental stories come to mind. Of course the one that sticks out is not the one she would prefer to be remembered by....

At 2 AM in the midst of a first floor gossip and goof-off session, we ordered pizza. Roomie always placed the food orders, at her insistance, she had the best "phone voice/personality" ;). We waited anxiously for our pizza, when the promised delivery time passed we got worried. We went out to the street to help direct pizza man to the flock of wildly hungry freshman awaiting him. Finally we saw the pizza guy coming down the street- it became clear that he was going to zoom by us. So ever-brave Roomie sacrificed her dignity to chase him down.

I'm sure it was an odd sight to see in a rear-view mirror. A small asian girl desperately flailing her arms, running after the delivery car. Thanks to Roomie, we did get our pizza. That night a new phrase was coined in memory of the sight we had just witnessed.

Roomie trying hard to chase after pizza car was analogous to "a fat man wading through water, chasing after a hamburger".