In my junior year of high school, a guy invited me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and then the oven beeped so the pizza was ready. He stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched him open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, including the rack, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.