November 9, 2016
My friend carries the small stack of pizza boxes into the room (we each got our own!). We sit with our hot boxes on our laps, and when I flip open my lid, I think, "Oh no! I didn't realize it came with sauce! I wasted one of my options on plum tomatoes!" I lie to myself that it will be okay, but really, it's a soggy mess. Of course I wolf it down anyway, "beating" everyone else. I don't realize at the time that it's a harbinger for things to come on election night, and a relatively tiny disappointment.