I love cheese. That's important later in the story.
At the age of 16 I joined the American workforce as a pizza making, dish scrubbing, bus boy at Mr. Gattis pizza palace in Abilene, TX. During my first week at closing time the manager asked if I wanted any of the uncooked pizzas.
My whole life up to this point I've never had a pizza with enough cheese on it.
So I combined the toppings from six pizzas onto one, loaded it in the oven and 13 minutes later after two bites dispelled the notion that you can't have too much of a good thing.
Mr. Gattis also introduced a new level of pain and soreness the time I wore strength shoes for entire shift while busing tables. (I was trying to make the basketball team)
The moral of the story is: You can learn a lot about life at the pizza parlor.