Pies of Lies

For the past few weeks, I've been trying to be a good kid at work, pushing myself to get to know folks in the division (that's the fun part) by asking them questions about their work (that's the tedious part, I suck at thinking of questions to ask). In case anyone of them ever read this, they are amazing people who have all been incredibly generous with their time. Today when I met with comedy-lawyer-doc Aaron for a lunch time chat, he told me that there may be free pizzas in the building and asked if I was interested. As someone who's had free mule, free scorpions, and free penis wine, of course I was interested in free pizza.

As I followed him through the halls of the school of public health though, I learned that no, free pizzas don't just abound at Harvard. The pizza party was for the post-doc program. We were going to test how tight security was at the event. Aaron's justification was that he got a doctor degree and it's been after the fact, so really, he's a post-doc. It was a lot better than my justification: I've been to a doctor before and it's also after the fact. But in the end, we didn't have a chance to say our lines. Security was minimal but the pizzas were gone by the time we showed up. Aaron introduced himself to the lady who organized the event and then we left, with our conscience in tact, but pizza-less and starved.