Saturday, October 10, 2026

DOUBLE PINEAPPLE


I WANT DOUBLE PINEAPPLE!


Not world peace.

Not a yacht.

Not a seat on the Supreme Court.


I WANT.


DOUBLE.


PINEAPPLE.


ON MY WHITE PIZZA!


Marco’s Pizza knows who I am.

They know my kind.

A woman of culture.

A woman of conviction.

A woman who wants her cheese

DROWNING

IN TROPICAL FRUIT!


But here comes Uber Eats.


The digital dictator.

The mozzarella Mussolini.

The pineapple police!


Telling me...


ONE.


ONE PORTION OF PINEAPPLE.


EXCUSE ME?!


Who died and made you

the supreme overlord

of my fucking fruit?!


I can order extra cheese.

Extra sauce.

Extra disappointment.


But DOUBLE PINEAPPLE?!


Apparently that's where

civilization draws the line!


I scrolled.

I clicked.

I begged.

I went back.

I clicked AGAIN!


Like a laboratory rat

in a touchscreen experiment

designed by a sadist

with a severe vitamin C deficiency!


DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!


I AM A GROWN-ASS WOMAN!


I PAY TAXES!

I HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES!

I HAVE SURVIVED THINGS

THAT WOULD MAKE

A PIZZA DELIVERY DRIVER

QUESTION THE EXISTENCE OF GOD!


AND YET—


I CANNOT GET

TWO FUCKING SERVINGS

OF PINEAPPLE?!


What kind of dystopian

corporate-controlled,

algorithmically oppressed,

pineapple-prohibited

HELLSCAPE

ARE WE LIVING IN?!


They say,

"Customize your order."


CUSTOMIZE?!


That's not customization!


That's a dictatorship

with a pepperoni button!


I don't want your suggestions!

I don't want your recommendations!

I don't want a coupon

for something I didn't ask for!


I WANT MY WHITE PIZZA

WITH ENOUGH PINEAPPLE

TO MAKE A HAWAIIAN

FILE A NOISE COMPLAINT!


So hear me, Uber Eats.


Hear me, Marco's.


Hear me, every programmer

who ever looked at a topping menu

and thought—


"One is enough."


ONE IS NOT ENOUGH!


ONE HAS NEVER BEEN ENOUGH!


AND I REFUSE

TO LIVE IN A WORLD

WHERE A COMPUTER

GETS TO DECIDE

HOW MUCH PINEAPPLE

MY SOUL CAN HANDLE!


Because this...


THIS IS NOT ABOUT PIZZA.


This is about FREEDOM.


This is about CHOICE.


This is about the fundamental human right

to turn a perfectly respectable Italian dinner

into a tropical fruit catastrophe!


And until that little PLUS BUTTON

LETS ME HIT IT TWICE...


I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!


I WILL NOT BE SATISFIED!


AND I WILL NOT—


BE UNDER-PINEAPPLED!!!


Mic drop.


Checks app.


"...Seriously? Still just one?"