it's the little things

When I walk into your place of business and purchase a pizza
(something I almost never do)
and you eff it up by burning it,
coming over and letting me know
"hey, it's going to be a few more minutes"
would be nice,
rather than me having to harass you.

Then, when you finally manage to scrape my pizza together
(my lunch buddy has long since finished her sandwhich)
and you don't even bother to put the right stuff on it?

One of the two I could let slide.
But you put on onions where their should have been fungus,
and for that you had to answer.

Bring on the heartburn....