I grab the cheese that fell off and, in one fell swoop, stuff it into my chili hole. Then I do the same thing with the crust. I wipe my mouth, put my head down so no one can see my face, and run out the door of the pizza place as quickly as I can.
I think, "Well that's the way God wanted it." So I keep chewing the cheese until my chin an shirt are covered with pizza sauce. Then, if I can't slurp it up, the bitten off cheese falls in my lap. I look across the table at you and smile.