So I'm in Chicago this week because my wife wanted my kid to see it (for some reason).
I'm, as usual, working from the hotel room all day while they go to museums, parks, shop, and eat good food. I get my cold leftover pizza from Monday night.
Our fridge in the hotel is crazy cold; freezing in fact. So I pull the pizza out an hour ago to put it on the counter to thaw so I can have some for lunch.
Starving, I go to open the box just now and grab a big ol' slice of spicy garlic deep dish. When the slice moves.
A german roach (not one of them water roaches from Houston) runs up the side of the slice and starts eating with me standing there.
For some reason, I'm not as hungry anymore. And I may be cured of pizza.
Also, the roach was wearing a Cubs cap. Backwards.