Sophomore Stories XIV "Pizza Boxes"

While all of these stories took place during my Sophomore year, some actions could also be described as 'sophomoric' This is one of those times.

For once, I was taking out the trash. I gathered everything to throw away and trudged all the way down to the other end of the hall, through the hall door leading to the staircase and opened the door to the trash room.

When I did, I immediately noticed about a half dozen empty pizza boxes. In retrospect, I should not have been surprised knowing the number of pizza places in close proximity to the dorms and the quality of the cafeteria food.

Anyway, I picked up two empty pizza boxes and started jogging down the hall. The first open door I saw, I flung a pizza box like a frisbee into the room. The second door I saw, same thing.
A couple of curious heads stuck out to see what in the world was going on. I kept running, though the lobby and all the way down the girls hall to the stairs on the opposite end.
Going down one flight to the 4th floor, I traversed the length of Ellsworth Hall again to find myself at the other stairwell where I climbed the 24 steps to the 5th floor and the familiar trash room.

I grabbed two more empty pizza boxes and took off again. Laughing almost uncontrollably as I sprinted down the hall, I bypassed the first two rooms that I got the first go 'round and struck two more rooms in subsequent and rapid fashion.

This time, I was laughing so hard I collapsed in the lobby and pretty soon Brian and Jim were out there giving me grief. I apologized and they both took it really well. Just then, Justin emerges from the hall to inform us that Dave Tran is taking another shower.

Dave Tran was a strange character. He spoke very broken English for someone who was raised in Salina, KS. The son of Korean immigrants, Dave was a freshman who had his own room which was well decorated with posters of swimsuit models.
For reasons we never quite figured out, Dave showered multiple times daily. Some eyewitnesses claimed as many as four showers in a 24 hour period.

The four of us each grabbed a pizza box and huddled outside the entrance to the bathroom. The plan was to bust open the door, yelling all the way, and deposit the pizza boxes over the shower curtain rod.

Our plan was executed to perfection, and Dave's steady stream of hot water was interrupted by pizza boxes raining down upon him. Of course, he just threw them out on the floor and continued his shower, eventually emerging, with a smile on his face.

"You guys got me," he said.

The end.