Is there an American heterosexual male alive who went through adolescence in the '80s who does not have the pool scene from Fast Times burned into his brain? I didn't think so.
Therefore I am officially jealous of Colin "Slice Harvester," who somehow met up with Phoebe Cates to go slice harvesting.
Colin is more gentleman than I, as his post about the encounter masterfully walks the line between adoring Phoebe fanboy and professional pizzeria guide.
Apparently, Ms. Cates's daughter, Greta, saw Slice Harvester, wanted to go along on one of Colin's missions, and emailed him about it. Ms. Cates went along for the ride.