It starts with a simple question..."what do I want to eat?", well, actually for me, there's never a need to ask. Nonetheless, the next issue at hand is "how?". You talk to your friends, your girlfriend/boyfriend, husband/wife, dog (no cats...sorry gang), imaginary friend, mom/dad, sister/brother, and you do the math.
"What will feed all these people?"
And then you make the call...
The butterflies, the anticipation, it's exciting, and at times agonizing (being put on hold), but in what is usually no longer than 90 seconds, your genie of dinner greets you and grants you one wish. All that remains is to tell the genie the answer to my favorite question:
"Will this be Pick-up, or Delivery?", and your mind races.
Well, if I do pick-up, I can grab a six-pack at 7-11, and get some gas, I'll have the pizza sooner, and I don't have to pay a tip...but if I do drive and get gas, then I can't use the excuse with my friends, "oh, I can drive, but I'd have to get gas", which is a beautiful way of avoiding being the driver for any social outing, and that's leverage I don't quite want to surrender...although, I could negotiate for my friends to drive if I give them an extra slice or two, I mean they don't eat more than 3-4 slices on average, and at 10 slices per large, that still leaves me 6-7 pieces, and that would be worth not driving OR getting gas, but then, how can I be sure? What if they are extra hungry and eat 4-5 pieces, well then I'll have to order breadsticks as an insurance policy against my own appetite, yeah, that could work! ...hmm, but delivery, oh delivery, delivery adds an element that pick-up can't possibly live up to, delivery adds an uncertainty element, from the estimate of the 15 year old taking my order, "alright, we'll have that ready in about 30-45 minutes", to waiting anxiously by the phone for it to ring, waiting to meet the stranger in the night who will never know the full extent of the happiness they're bringing into my life, the absolute euphoria that a hot steaming pie (wait, why does everything sound gross when "steaming" is put in front of it?), can bring to the lives of those who enjoy it...but then again, estimates are estimates, and 15 yr olds often fail to realize the fixed construct of time and it's many variables, perhaps delivery could make or break this whole thing...okay, it's decided then...
"Pick-up"
Perfect! But my friends do seem extra hungry...
"...and can I add some breadsticks?"
Ladies and Gentlemen, Millennials and Gen Xers, Hipsters and Bieber fans, this is my blog. A blog about Pizza, the greatest food on planet earth. I hope you will enjoy the passion for the pie as I compose my thoughts (and expertise) and leave them here for all to read.
So, what will it be? Pick-up? Or Delivery?
Let's eat!
