In college I worked at a regional pizza place in the Midwest that specialized in “fresh and ready” pizza, and I can assure you they were only sometimes ready and never fresh. Some nights when I managed the shop, we would run out of pizza dough. It’s hard to explain to potential customers that a pizza shop has no pizza. But I never really cared. The worst people could do was yell at me, and I have parents. I’ve been yelled at. These incidents were not life-threatening. I had little stakes in the proverbial game. I felt no responsibility.
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