A wealthy owner of a Cadillac dealership took a bite of yet another cold pizza, which had been delivered from miles away by a kid on a bike. 'Why am I ordering from a place that makes some kid ride a bike to deliver pizza, like we're in 1950's Saigon,' he thought, 'why can't the pizza parlor have someone with a car deliver a pizza? At this point, the pizza parlor and I are idiots. I'm going to order from someone else and maybe that kid will find a job that doesn't require him to ride all over town like Ho Chi Minh.'
The end.