Dear Christian's Pizza,
Nothing brings me more joy than walking up the street and seeing your name in lights from down the road. Just a couple more steps, I think to myself. As I get closer, the noise gets louder and the hunger grows. Pretty soon I'm at your door waiting to be let in. It's kind of pathetic how long I wait for you, but you're just too good to pass up. With the late night special being just $2 a slice, it's hard to walk away. You're the perfect end to my Friday/Saturday night shenanigans.
As I'm waiting in this line that feels like it will never end, I ponder my choices. Do I want to go with just cheese or live on the wild side and get pepperoni this time? Decisions, Decisions. All of your pizza is just so delicious it's hard to choose.
Finally, I'm up along your clear glass wall that displays all of your different types of pizza. Buffalo Chicken, Meatlovers, some pizza with pasta on it, and many many more. One day, I hope to get to try your other flavors but as of now I am just a broke college student and pepperoni will have to suffice.
Suddenly I'm interrupted from my food daze and your lovely staff says, "What can I get for you?" Yes, it's finally my turn. I tell him, "Two pepperoni, please". You know because you're just so good I had to save that shit for later, to quote 'The Weeknd'. I give the lovely cashier my crumbled up $3 and wait for my food to be called.
After a couple more people, there it is. "Two pepperoni." I run to the front of the counter, "That's mine!" Because we all know that you're just too delicious that people can't wait their turn and try to snag other people's pizza(that's not cool btw).
At last, I am walking out of your big doors with your white box in my hand and I'm starting my journey back to my house. It's always a little sad whenever I leave you, but I know it won't be long until I'm walking through your doors again. And that is what keeps me going.
Until next weekend,
Your very devoted customer
