You have stumbled upon the most sacred of places: the local pizza joint on a drizzly Monday morning. The smell of grease and despair wafts through the air, beckoning you to enter.
The Art of Ordering a Pizza that Defies the Odds Finding Solace in the Mid-Morning Rush Embracing the Sacred Ceremony of Take-outOh, great and mighty pizza gods, I come before thee, seeking the perfect slice. Hear my plea, oh benevolent pie-makers, and grant me the strength to withstand the crushing despair of Monday morning.