At lunchtime one day, I picked up my little sister, Jen, from elementary school. Whilst I was waiting for her in the main hallway, two ladies with around thirty boxes of pizza were organising the slices for the students who ordered in each class.
It was then I realised that it was Pizza Day that afternoon. If you are not familiar with the idea, it is where the students could order pizza from the store en masse, where the school acts as a middleman earning a small profit.
I was confused to see all the ruckus in the hallway as I waited for Jen. The lunchladies were telling everyone to return to their classes because the lunch bell hadn't rung and that they were not ready to distribute the savoury goodies just yet. A little baby who apparently participated in this ritual was crying because two or three kids started playing peek-a-boo, and according to one of the lunchladies "she doesn't like being peek-a-boo-ed at".
As I read the mail that I picked up on the way to the school, a couple of boys came along the hallway and started fiddling with the boxes that sat on designation. "Don't touch it! We're not ready yet," a lunchlady quickly snapped, and the two boys quietly retreated to the corner.
The bell then came a sudden rang, and students from all three hallways started rushing through. There came Jen who was surprised that I showed up.
So that's how I got my pizza when I was little!