During my junior year of high school, a boy asked me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven buzzed so the pizza was ready. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw him open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, yelling at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.