Pizza King
I just had some Pizza King delivered.
Let me repeat: I just had some Pizza King delivered.
No, you're not going blind. You really read that right. I just had some Pizza King delivered. It's not like I wanted to. I was hungry, my budget is low right now, and the food around the room was not desirable at the moment. I promised myself earlier in the year that I would never get it delivered again, at least not in any functioning state of mind. I made that mistake last semester, when I was hungry and naive. Fairly seasoned and familiar with the lay of the land, in a brief moment of what appears to have been a lapse in sanity, I made that mistake again.
This mistake is a terrible one.
It's not that the food tastes horrible. I like the food at Pizza King just fine - I've had their pizza, and even after trying it, I still have not met a pizza I have not liked. It's not even the fact that my Calzone, plump with pepperoni, black olives, and mushrooms, was incredibly soggy and greasy coming out of the box. It isn't even the fact that this experience cost me more money than it should have, considering the restaurant, in which one of its biggest pluses is the relative cheapness. I didn't even mind the excessively long (55 minute) wait for it to arrive at the dorm.
It's the fact that I could have chosen Georgio's, which is vastly superior to the King in every regard. Or the fact that I could have gone to bed feeling awful, having not eaten anything substantial all day - which seems preferable to how I feel now, which is kind of like the sinking feeling someone gets after realizing that, just as a Capri Sun fruit drink cannot be properly enjoyed outside of its prepackaged, silvery, plastic shell, neither can a Pizza King meal (substitute) be enjoyed outside its cozy, bacteria-ridden, 1970's shack.
I may have survived the night, but I fear the morning.
Why? I'm having Pizza King leftovers for breakfast. So if I do not have a hangover from tonight's experience with the Calzone, I'll get the second chance I so deserve. Not everyone gets a second chance, but this is a second chance I'll cherish, under the condition that I'm not throwing up all over the place. Assuming my senses do not fail me by sunrise, I simply cannot wait to sink my teeth into spongy, pulpy bread that had just been doused into a pool of economic waste. Either that, or I'll find an actual sponge to consume. The point is not to starve, and either option is viable in this context.
Let's not make this mistake again.
Let me repeat: I just had some Pizza King delivered.
No, you're not going blind. You really read that right. I just had some Pizza King delivered. It's not like I wanted to. I was hungry, my budget is low right now, and the food around the room was not desirable at the moment. I promised myself earlier in the year that I would never get it delivered again, at least not in any functioning state of mind. I made that mistake last semester, when I was hungry and naive. Fairly seasoned and familiar with the lay of the land, in a brief moment of what appears to have been a lapse in sanity, I made that mistake again.
This mistake is a terrible one.
It's not that the food tastes horrible. I like the food at Pizza King just fine - I've had their pizza, and even after trying it, I still have not met a pizza I have not liked. It's not even the fact that my Calzone, plump with pepperoni, black olives, and mushrooms, was incredibly soggy and greasy coming out of the box. It isn't even the fact that this experience cost me more money than it should have, considering the restaurant, in which one of its biggest pluses is the relative cheapness. I didn't even mind the excessively long (55 minute) wait for it to arrive at the dorm.
It's the fact that I could have chosen Georgio's, which is vastly superior to the King in every regard. Or the fact that I could have gone to bed feeling awful, having not eaten anything substantial all day - which seems preferable to how I feel now, which is kind of like the sinking feeling someone gets after realizing that, just as a Capri Sun fruit drink cannot be properly enjoyed outside of its prepackaged, silvery, plastic shell, neither can a Pizza King meal (substitute) be enjoyed outside its cozy, bacteria-ridden, 1970's shack.
I may have survived the night, but I fear the morning.
Why? I'm having Pizza King leftovers for breakfast. So if I do not have a hangover from tonight's experience with the Calzone, I'll get the second chance I so deserve. Not everyone gets a second chance, but this is a second chance I'll cherish, under the condition that I'm not throwing up all over the place. Assuming my senses do not fail me by sunrise, I simply cannot wait to sink my teeth into spongy, pulpy bread that had just been doused into a pool of economic waste. Either that, or I'll find an actual sponge to consume. The point is not to starve, and either option is viable in this context.
Let's not make this mistake again.