Sometimes strange memories surface randomly of my days studying theatre at the University of BC. Such as climbing onto the roof during a cast party and not noticing that I’d planted my foot firmly in the centre of a ham and pineapple pizza because I was startled by the party-goers relieving themselves over the edge of the roof. I learned that when a party reaches the point of three-storey public urination, nobody minds a boot-print on their food. Or weirder: getting fitted with a skirt and pumps to play a guy named Daisy. It’s not what you think — I was paid for it. Oh, that makes it sound worse, doesn’t it?
Anyway, that was the education that launched my career in software.
Ahhhhhhhh those were the days. I think it was also great that I managed to switch said bootprinted pizza with that of a neighbours and they didn’t even notice – perhaps they were too busy peeing off a roof?
:)
S
Hey, that boot print added much-needed flavour to the pizza.