I stood in line, waiting for my pizza. It was yet another Saturday night, and I was, as always, alone. And let me tell you, it wasn't for lack of trying. It was more for lack of someone else trying back.

And it didn't really help that I knew almost all the people who worked at the pizza shop. Whenever I'd make it up to the counter, I'd have to put up with the comments of jerks from behind.
But, tonight, something different had happened. Due to the large storm on its way, everyone was wanting a pizza to kick back with, throwing off my time frame. That and a party had come in and taken up residence. A party of ten yelling children.
The line was now 15 minutes long, and the building was getting hot. The sound of screaming children didn't help my mood. It was shaping up be to a night where I was going to have to hurt someone. And that someone would most likely be me.

I was almost to the point of choking one of those damn rug-rats if they touched me one more time, when I began to mutter to myself, "Damn k