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I was working at a local pizza joint called Angio's by JACC1203

I remember chopping some vegetables when I noticed I was the only one in the back. Most of the employees were high school kids (such as myself) so goofing around & not working wasn't unusual. I went looking to see where everyone was at. I found a crowd of them huddled around one of the TVs where it looked like they were watching The NBA Finals. I found this odd as most people in Louisville couldn't care less about the NBA. That's when I noticed the white Bronco on the split screen. Everyone was mesmerized by not only the chase but also how the lovely people of Los Angeles on the side of the road had basically turned a low speed chase into a make-shift party. After about 15-20 minutes people started to lose interest & went back to work. I never thought that would turn into one of those "Do you remember where you were?" moments.

Of course OJ & Co. would provide another one of those moments in October 1995.

That was such a fun place to work at though. The manager/part owner usually got shit faced with his friends who he let drink for free. Since he was drunk 95% of the time, the only job he could do was cut the pizza into slices after it came out of the oven. Of course, it was not unusual for him to tell me to remake a pizza asap since he cut the last one to where it had 3-4 gigantic slices and 3-4 sliver-type slices.

Ah...the memories.