In my junior year of high school, a guy asked me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven buzzed so the pizza was finished. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw him open the oven and take the pizza out with his unprotected hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.