Example:
There I was, sitting on the bench. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it. How does one continue on after finding that the pizza man delivered you a pizza that was upside down in the box?
I looked at it, hiding the tears that were forming in my eyes gradually. I felt scared and sad, but mostly angry... What kind of a man does this to another? I slowly opened the box up again, for I closed it to hide the painful image of the toppings smudged at what was meant to be the bottom.
I couldn't bring myself to do it! I don't think I can look at another pizza the same way again.
That is why, I will never taste the delicacy of dough topped with greasy, cheesy goodness and tomato sauce again...
