|Note: Actual pizza in the story was a Hawaiian.|
I am a terrible journalist.
It was one of my canvassers' first day. You train them, push them out into the world, and then anxiously await their return like what you'd expect if you crossed a four star general with a mother hen. And she didn't come back.
Many thoughts crossed my mind. Alien abduction. Axe murderer. Republican spy. You know, the usual. So I was fairly relieved when she called me to say that she'd locked her keys in her car. Still she was nervous, and so after taking care of my other canvassers I headed out to wait with her for Triple A. I found her sitting on a curb with a 40 minute wait time. So I did the only sane and logical thing and started grilling her on how her first canvass went.
And overall it had gone well. A little nervous at first. Lot of Not Homes. Eventually found her groove. About what you'd expect really. Except for one door. There a woman told her she was a baby murderer who would rot in the deepest pits of hell for all eternity. She handled it like a champ though, "Thank you for your time, and have a nice evening." We were still talking about it and waiting for Triple A when all of a sudden a truck pulled up and a woman hopped out:
"I saw you guys and thought you might want some pizza. And I thought you could use these."
With that she handed us a pizza and some pamphlets about "Accepting Jesus Christ as Our Personal Lord and Savior", hopped in her truck and drove off.
We stared at the pizza for a moment wondering if this was her plan to send us off to hell, and then decided we were hungry.