Pizza Fiasco

Looks pretty good, huh? That is a genuine Little Caesar's $5 pizza, compliments of Google. Last week, Erik and I decided to take a pizza to my missionary brother who lives three doors down from us (since he is resisting our efforts to feed him). Erik put the pizza on his doorstep, rang the doorbell, and ran to the upper balcony where I was hiding. We listened to his companion come to the door...we giggled like 10-year olds...and we didn't hear Ben. We heard both elders talking, and I didn't hear Ben's voice. Erik whispered to me that maybe Ben was on exchanges right now, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I got so mad! I could just picture those missionaries chowing down on my brother's pizza and not saving any for him. Erik tried to hold me back, but I was full of righteous indignation. I knocked on that door, and asked for Elder Boizelle. And then I heard him say, "I'm right here." I could have died of shame. Here we were, doorbell ditching a pizza so things wouldn't be awkward, and then I knock on the door. My face was bright red and Ben seemed to be shaking his head at me. I mumbled a few words of apology and ran out of there. On the way out, his companion grinned at me and said, "Nice to finally meet you Lauren," like I was the mission joke that he'd heard so much about. Erik laughed the whole way home and then called my family. Needless to say, Ben will probably starve to death before I take him any more food.