Some of you may not be aware of how I feel about pizza, so allow me to tell you as succinctly as possible:
Pizza is the greatest food to have ever been created by anyone ever in the history of everything.
My love affair with pizza is an interesting one. As an uneducated youth, I used to dislike pizza a great deal. The big reason was because I was super sensitive to spicy foods, and my little taste buds couldn't handle the pepperonies. I would eventually realize this, and begin to enjoy the basic pleasure of cheese pizza. As I grew and matured, so too did my pizza tastes, until they blossomed to where they are now: a love of pizzas, and a respect for all.
Well...almost all. Allow me to tell you a tale:
Recently, at my place of work, the team that I'm on was the top performing team in the center (I work at a call center...more on that later.). Because of our top performingness, we got to have a pizza party.
You can imagine my excitement.
However, when our manager starting getting the votes for what kind of pizza he would get...there was one that was causing me grave concern. Barbecue Chicken was in the top three.
Excuse me? Barbecue Chicken? If someone asks you if you want pizza, and you say yes, and then reply with "Hey, instead of marinara sauce, let's have barbecue sauce, and instead of Italian meats, let's have chicken," you don't actually want a pizza, you want a damn bbq chicken sandwich with cheese on it so stop ruining everyone else's life.
It would be like saying "OOhhh, hamburgers sound good! But instead of beef, let's have grilled turkey, and instead of ketchup, let's have ranch." You don't want a hamburger, you want a turkey wrap, and no, it doesn't matter that you're keeping the bun. Stop ruining everyone's pizza time. Stop ruining America. Stop ruining Freedom.
Anyway...we ended up getting bbq chicken, along with a couple of other pizzas. I drew this warning on the back of a menu and gave it to my co-worker who had helped with ordering pizzas.
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