I’m at the bar, there’s a pizza place across the street from us. We don’t serve food, so we allow people to bring in food. The only problem is, the big ass pizza boxes. They’re fricking huge. Today, people with a fleet of pizzas roll in. I take a deep breath. The mess afterward doesn’t bother me. It’s the damn pizza boxes. What do you do with them after they’re done with them? They shove them in the trash, which I do appreciate, but then they take up all the room. You got one pizza box? There you go. Trash can full.
I pray for leftovers. Take your damn pizza box with you.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.