I was working out on an olyptical machine up at my local gym when I smelled a faint waft of pizza in the air. I noticed a group of gym workers standing around looking very suspicious. As they danced around with giddy anticipation I stole a glance at their pride and joy. One of them was holding a Papa John’s pizza box. With very guilty looks on their faces they darted around attempting to conceal the possession. Two of the workers quickly shuffled off behind a desk where they proceeded to eat the pizza by ducking underneath the desk. We accidently locked eyes for a moment. They became deer caught in headlights. You could see the thought of jamming every last piece in their mouths before I ratted them out cross their minds. I laughed it off and tried to get the wonderful smell of pizza off my mind. I thought maybe blogging it would help. It hasn’t.