Next Time Stick To Actual Pizza

I work at a ski resort as an instructor as well as a floater in the resort itself (reception, equipment rental, etc.). I’m finally on lunch when a coworker comes in to find me.

Coworker: “I need you to cover for me.”

Me: “I literally just sat down for lunch.”

Coworker: “I know and I’m sorry, but some idiot went on a black diamond slope when he’s a beginner.”

Me: “Did something happen?”

Coworker: “They’re bringing him down on a stretcher now.”

Me: “Ouch.”

Coworker: “Yeah, I should have known something was up when they asked for the hardest course in the resort, but didn’t know what a pizza stop was.”

I sigh, put my sandwich back in the fridge, and go to the reception to cover my coworker while they deal with black diamond pizza guy.

They bring the guy in on a stretcher through the lobby to an ambulance waiting out front. The guy was complaining all the way out, saying – I kid you not – that he thought a pizza stop was a place on the mountain where you stopped skiing and had some pizza.