In my junior year of high school, a guy invited me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and then the oven beeped so the pizza was done. 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, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.