I’m The Slice of Pizza In Your Hands And No, I’m Not A Triangle
Who slept through geometry classes?
It’s embarrassing already that we’re having this conversation. I’m the slice of pizza in your hands and you need to stop calling me a triangle.
You cannot change my identity because all you know is that a triangle has three sides and I also happen to have three sides. You know what else has three sides? A Rectangle. It even has one extra, like the extra cheese on me– a sector.
Yes, Sector is my name, you didn’t know that? What a shame.
Hungry people can get bad at geometry, the medical term for the ailment is hungometry. The treatment is simple: Listen to me.
In your mind, a full pizza is a circle, right? Cool, so far we’re on the same page. So you cut the pizza into six to eight equal(ish) parts to consume it in a humanly fashion, great. You pick me, a sector, aka a slice, and suddenly you call me a triangle? How? Why? I’m not a shape-shifter.
If someone takes out a seat from a car and starts calling it a lounge chair, does that make any sense? Neither do you.
I won’t let Euclid’s lifework go to waste.Till the last bite, I’ll fight.
