pizza

I am not sure what made me think of pizza.  Pizza is not a food I spend a lot of time thinking about, in fact, I think I have had pizza about five times in my life. As far as I am concerned eating pizza, like washing the car, is something other people do. Not I.
And yet...in Seattle, in my little house in Seattle, I decided to paint the floor of the kitchen.using a  special paint, a tough and slow drying paint.
And so Chuck and I painted away and when the floor was finished and the kitchen out of bounds with the paint drying, and feeling a bit peckish, pizza was the solution .
I had noticed a pizza sign in the neighborhood and went there for the reward of many hours of painting and stooping. I ordered the thing, I waited, I got the box and I went home only to find out that the shop I had been to was one where they sold pizzas for you to bake at your convenience. In your very own oven. Only my oven was in the kitchen with the wet and newly painted floor. No entry. Total disaster. By making use of a window and kitchen counter I managed to get the thing in the microwave oven and baked. Sort of. And all the time I kept thinking that regular folks, folks who eat pizza all the time, would never have made that stupid mistake buying a raw pizza.
Would I change from being me and knowing nothing about this food to a connoisseur of pizzas ?
in a word.....NO.  I am perfectly fine not knowing much about pizza. I have enough useless information in my head; more I don't need. Leave pizza to the pizza lovers.