Oh man, I am SO bummed. I can't believe I'm stuck in this 110 degree hole working when there are all those killer waves out there. What's wrong with all these people, why are they coming in here to order a stupid pizza when they could be OUT THERE riding all those waves! This is so bogus. This working gig is really not for me, who says I need to be taught responsibility. Responsibility is lookin' at those waves and choosin' which one to ride, the one that'll show all those beach bums who knows their way around a board. The one that'll win me that crown and all that sweet, sweet prize money. Who needs a stupid job anyway when they could be surfin'. Like learning how to make a pizza is really gonna take me far in life. Jeez.
Hey wait a second.
I bet that if I started making really bad pizzas people would stop buying them. Then the owner would have to let me go and there'd be nothing my old man could say about it. No business, no need for an employee. Oh yeah. I can practically taste the freedom and the salt air!
But how? How can I make pizzas so bad that the customers will flee? This is going to take some experimenting... It's got to be really, really vile. Oh man, this is gonna work, I can feel it in my bones. By this time next week I will be ridin' the waves, a free man again. I'm practically outta here already.
But what to put on the pizza...
Hey, wait! I've got it! Check it out man! I'm gonna do something so vile they're even gonna write petitions against it!
My secret weapon. This is definitely gonna work! No one in their right mind would ever want PINEAPPLE on a pizza! One bite and it's over. I am SO outta here...
This week's Sunday Scribbling's prompt was "the experiment". It's been a while since I wrote any fiction so I decided to have some fun with it.