Ten Slice Terry

A marketing genius.

On my way home from a Ping Pong networking event (yes, you did read that correctly) I, famished from the physical exertion, got a slice of pizza. I was eating it outside the fine establishment waiting for Felicia to catch up when this man walks up to me and asks me to buy him 10 slices of pizza.

I—thinking I must have misheard his request—said “Excuse me?”

To which he followed up with a timeless classic

“Can you buy me 10 slices of cheese pizza”, naturally I declined because, well, I was worried about his heart health. 10 slices of $1.50 pizza might kill a horse.

He, in a cunning move that any salesman would be proud of, replies

“Okay, but can you buy me one slice of pizza?” And though I was, secretly, impressed with his sales strategy to make the one slice seem like a very reasonable ask, I did decline one more time.

Frustrated that his master plan didn’t work he said (in a weirdly calm voice),

“Why? Cause you’re a douchebag??” …. …

Genuinely, I had no idea what to say. But, I didn’t have much time to contemplate because he walked past me.

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Felicia meets me shortly after and I start telling her this story to be interrupted by, you guessed it, Ten Slice Terry who walks by us and says

“This man wouldn’t buy me a cheap-ass slice of pizza, cheap-ass pussy!”

It’s true what they say, there’s truly no better place than New York City 🫶🏻