I’m eating lunch at an Italian restaurant yesterday when the waitress hands the woman at the table next to me a take-home box for her leftover pizza.
Wait. Let me back up.
If you look up the word “awesome” in the dictionary, the first definition you’ll see is this: “Inspires awe.”
Landing on the moon. I’d say that inspires awe.
Beethoven composing his 9th Symphony while deaf. That would count.
Michelangelo’s lying on his back to paint the ceiling of the Sistene Chapel. Yes, that would do it.
I bring this up because when the woman at the table next to me got her little styrofoam container for her two leftover slices of pepperoni pizza, she said this:
“This is awesome.”
Yes, that little leftover box “inspired awe” in that woman.
I can only assume from her use of the English language that when she opened it, she saw on the underside of the lid one obvious thing:
A painting by Michelangelo.
Which he created while lying on his back in the styrofoam container.
Hey, it was an Italian restaurant.