I was a nursing student in the 1950s when college was different than it is today.
Settings: Nursing school dormitory room.
Let’s eat pizza!
Enthusiastic cheers continued!
Problem: There was a curfew at 10 pm. There was no transportation. The only phone was on the 8th floor (mobile phones weren’t invented yet). We lived on the 4th floor.
The working mother made Ivan look terrible like Mother Teresa. But we were hungry — in fact hungry.
Solution: Shared a bathroom with windows overlooking a dark alley. We have a large selection of white nylon stockings (part of the dress needed by student nurses). I had a laundry bag.
We had a conspirator who was willing to endanger the stairs to the phone on the 8th floor (don’t use the elevator as the noise certainly irritates the mother of the house). And, as I said before, we were hungry — in fact, hungry.
Then the secret adventure begins.
Call the pizzeria — done.
Money Collected — Done.
Stockings tied together to make a four-story long rope — done.
Secure money in the laundry bag — done.
It looked like eternity until I saw the cars crawling in the alleys and the lights dimming.
I took down the laundry bag and saw two men approaching with a pizza box. Pulling on the bag means that the delivery has been made.
We were all piled up in the bathroom — two in the tub, one in the toilet and one on the floor.
The box was opened and our treasure appeared. One delicious pizza is all crumpled in one corner of the box.
I’ve tasted a delicious treat like never before in my life. Oh!
Please wait: “Moshimo” has begun in earnest.
What if the pizzeria tells someone?
What if my mother asks something?
What if one of us is proud?
What if they call our parents?
What if all of us are kicked out?
But time has passed — one day, two days, one week, two weeks, and slowly beginning to relax.
Two years have passed, but the whole incident was just a distant memory — until late at work in the delivery room.
The elevator stopped and the night watchman approached the desk. It was a slow night for him, and he was full of adventure stories.
“But the best was one night in the middle of the night. I saw this car slowly crawl down the alley and the lights were dim …” and he began to talk about all the bad things. I did.
He ended with “But I didn’t report it because it was the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen!”
The author lives on Willow Street.
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