Pizza in Tight Spaces

I approached my locker for the first time in an upper hallway of the JKB. I was a little dispointed in the placement--it was not near any of my classes and on the opposite end of campus from my appartment--but I was soon pleasantly surprised. As I opened the door, I realized that my locker was huge! It was not a tall locker, but it went back at least 3 feet.

As I gazed into the depths, I was hit by a sudden epiphany. Why am I paying so much for rent when I only pay five bucks a semester for a locker this size? I slipped inside and realized that this dream was conceivable.



Well, alright. Maybe not living in the thing, but I had another idea. And so the planning began. . .

This is a rough sketch of the phone conversation:

Me: I'd like to order a small pepperoni pizza.
Her: Where would you like it to be delivered.
Me: Can you deliver on-campus?
Her: Yes.
Me: OK. Could you send it to the JKB, across from room (such and such), locker (something or another)?
Her: Yeah, that'd be fine.
Me: Great. Just knock on the locker when you get there.
Her: [Silence] You'll be in the locker?
Me: Yep.
Her: [Nervous laughter] OK.

After waiting about 30 minutes, I once again ventured into my little home and waited. After a few minutes, I heard Bran (whom I brought just in case) say "It's that one right there," which was followed by a few loud bangs on the door.

"Hello!" I shouted.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he responded.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" I shouted back. "I can't open this from the inside. Here is my combination. . ."

He proceeded to try to open the door, and on the second try, he succeeded (lucky for me).





As a whole, I'd have to call a it a pretty successful venture.