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Joey Stinson
Apr 30, 2026
I don’t usually write reviews, and I’ve definitely never been late picking up my son from school until today.
What should have been a simple afternoon turned into a perfect storm. A work meeting ran long, a car accident locked up traffic, and I was watching my gas gauge drop faster than I could afford with prices where they are and payday still a day away. Sitting there in stop-and-go traffic, it felt like everything, time, money, patience, was slipping through my fingers like sand, no matter how tightly I tried to hold on. Then it happened. I ran out of gas and was left stranded on the side of the road, already late and with no good options.
By the time everything was sorted out, I was exhausted, mentally and physically. Like a lot of people after a day like that, we just wanted one small thing to make it easier. So we spent money we really shouldn’t have on takeout, hoping for a little comfort and a break from the stress.
What we got instead was a pizza that was barely cut and so undercooked it collapsed in on itself when you tried to pick up a slice.
On any other day, maybe that’s just a minor inconvenience. But today, it felt like the final straw.
Because it’s not just about one bad pizza. It’s about paying more and more for convenience and getting less in return. It’s about workers who seem stretched thin, not because they don’t care, but because the system they’re working in gives them little reason to. It’s about corporations that will likely respond with a scripted apology and a coupon, instead of addressing why experiences like this keep happening in the first place.
It’s frustrating. It’s exhausting. And it adds to a growing sense that everything is getting harder while the quality of what we’re paying for keeps slipping.
Today wasn’t really about pizza. But somehow, the pizza still managed to make it worse.