You're out on a Friday night in New York City, going to buy some pizza, and you head to a late night place down the street. You're kinda tired, cause it's been a long day, and although you never usually eat pizza, it's so late that's all you can manage. It's around midnight, and you didn't get home until fifteen minutes ago, cause one of your coworkers won a hundred bucks in the lottery and wanted to celebrate, so you're starving, and the closer you get to the pizzeria, the more you're looking forward to your pepperoni pizza. After a fast-paced five minute walk, you're at the door to the pizzeria, and you walk in the door, the pizza man shouting: "HELLO!" from behind the counter. It's almost midnight, the place is about to close up, and the guy's probably had too much coffee, you think to yourself. You nod, and stand behind the one other guy in line, who's just grabbed a white plastic bag with what's obviously a pizza, and you wait impatiently as the guy takes out his wallet and puts a...