Quote Originally Posted by Dan Druff View Post
Friends,

This is not quite the same thing, but related.

In January 2017 I was skiing in Tahoe on a 15 degree day. By the time I got back, I had mild hypothermia, and clearly had lost body heat. I had a constant chill (even once back in the warm hotel room) and was also super hungry, even though I had eaten a decent sized lunch on the mountain.

I ordered a 16" pepperoni pizza from a nearby pizzeria, and was going to walk over to carry it out. Could not drive due to a ton of snow on the ground. So I walked over there and said, "I'm here for the takeout order under the name Todd."

They brought it to me, and then I thought, "Oh shit. It's like 10 degrees outside. I can't walk this back to Harrah's. It will be cold by then."

So I politely told them I actually needed a table for dine-in.

They sat me down and I told the waitress just to bring over one plate and the pizza they had made for takeout. She brought the stuff, and I started eating.

10 minutes later, the waitress came back and said, "Do you need anything el....? Wait... where did the pizza go?"

I said that I ate it.

"You couldn't have eaten that whole thing in this time. Someone else showed up and had some too, right?"

I told her, "Nope. Just me. Was just hungry after a long day of skiing."

She was absolutely shocked. I had eaten an entire 16 inch pizza in 10 minutes. I didn't try to wolf it down fast, but my body was just so hungry from the loss of heat that I naturally wolfed it down. I looked at my watch, and yeah, it really had been just 10 minutes.
I’m an insanely fast eater. Always the first one finished. I think it’s from when we were kids. In the summer, everyone had to go home for dinner. At my house, you go couldn’t go back out and play until you cleaned your plate, so we’d woof it down as fast as we could.