A funny story about pizza and me.

A funny story that has to do with me and pizza is that one time when I went to Gino's East pizza in downtown Chicago. The pizza came to the table, a beautiful sausage and mushroom pizza. The waitress serves everyone a piece and then walks away. Now I know that deep dish pizza is messy and all that but I have been eating it for practically my entire life so I know what it is. I go through my first piece and then go for a second on. About have way through the second piece I hear a crack right after I take a bite and at first I think that there was a rock or something in pizza so I go to the bathroom and spit it out. There is nothing other than the pizza. I then decide to look in my mouth and I saw a crack in one of my back molar teeth. I touch and it hurts super bad I couldn't eat anything on that side now. About two or three days later I go tot he dentist and find out that luckily it is a baby tooth and they pull it out. Though it comes out in two pieces because it is broken in half.