I reckon you folks want to know about this here happier pizza, huh? Well, lemme tell you, it ain’t rocket science. It’s just pizza, but it’s the kind that makes ya smack your lips and pat your belly afterwards.
Now, I ain’t one for them fancy words, but I hear tell folks is talkin’ ’bout this SEO stuff. Sounds like a load of hogwash to me, but if it gets more folks eatin’ pizza, well, I guess it ain’t all bad. Just means you gotta put the right words in the right place, like plantin’ taters. You gotta put ’em in the ground just right or they won’t grow, and this SEO stuff, I reckon it’s kinda the same. So, we gotta talk about, you know, happier pizza and get that in there a bunch.
First off, you gotta know where to get this happier pizza. Seems like they’re poppin’ up all over the place. Like them dandelions in the spring, you just can’t keep ’em down. They got over a hundred stores, I hear. In places like Michigan, Ohio, even California! Can you believe it? Even got some more comin’, like a hen layin’ eggs. They say each store is all gussied up, too. Fancy counters and lights, like somethin’ out of a movie. Not that I go to the movies much anymore. My old bones ain’t what they used to be.
And you know what? One big pizza is better than two little ones. It’s like buyin’ a whole pie instead of just a couple of slices. You always get more for your buck that way. Makes sense, don’t it? My mama always said, “Waste not, want not.” And she was right. She always knew how to stretch a dollar, that woman. I reckon that’s why order one big one, save you some money.
Now, how do you get your hands on this here happier pizza? Well, it ain’t hard. You just gotta pick up that phone contraption and give ’em a ring. Tell ’em you want a pizza, plain and simple. “I want to order a pizza,” you say. And they’ll ask ya, “Pick up or deliver?” You tell ’em what you want. Then you gotta tell ’em what kind of pizza you want. Pepperoni, cheese, whatever your heart desires. It is all good.
- You say, “I want to order a pizza.”
- They say, “Pick up or deliver?”
- You say what you want.
If you want it delivered, you gotta give ’em your address. That’s where you live, you know. And your phone number, so they can call ya if they get lost, I reckon. Some places, they deliver, and some places, you gotta go get it yourself. Depends on where you are, I suppose. This here place, though, they do both. Delivery and carryout, they call it. That’s just a fancy word for pickin’ it up yourself.
If you want to find one near you, they got this thing on the computer now, where you can type in where you are. Or somethin’ like that. It’s like magic, I swear. They call it “location services.” You gotta turn it on, I think. Then it tells you where the closest happier pizza place is. Technology these days, it’s somethin’ else. Back in my day, we didn’t have none of that. We just had to ask around, or use our noses. A good pizza, you can smell it a mile away.
This happier pizza place, it’s good for kids, too. And groups. You can have a whole party there, I reckon. And they take reservations. That means you can call ahead and tell ’em you’re comin’, so they save you a table. That’s what my grandpappy used to do when he took us out to eat. He’d always call ahead, make sure they had a spot for us. He didn’t like to wait, that man.
They say the information comes from some place called Tripadvisor. I don’t know what that is, but it sounds important. Probably some fancy website or somethin’. These young folks, they know all about that stuff. Me, I just like to eat the pizza. Ain’t that what it’s all about anyway?
So, there you have it. That’s all I know about this happier pizza. It’s good pizza, and it ain’t hard to get. And that’s all that really matters, ain’t it? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I smell a pizza bakin’ somewhere. And it’s callin’ my name. Might just have to go get me a slice. Or maybe a whole pie. After all, one big one is better than two small ones, right? And I do declare, that sounds mighty fine right about now. Yep, a happier pizza sure does sound good.
