We all judge people. Let’s be honest here. When we see a guy walking down the street with a hook for a hand and Polly on his shoulder, we assume he’s a pirate. It’s just human nature. But then, there’s a whole other level of judging. From birth, it is engraved deep into our souls. For me, it’s whether or not someone eats pizza crust.
Yeah, sorry to say, but if you don’t, I don’t like you. Not even gonna lie. I love pizza crust. With a deep, doughy passion, I love it. And what stands between me and the pizza crust is the pizza. Which explains the night I ate an entire pie. What’s that, you ask? Just eat the crust first? Wow, what is this, amateur hour? The only way to enjoy the crust is to eat the pizza. That way, once you’ve gone through all the cheese and sauce and whatever else you slap on there, you’re rewarded with the simple, delightful, bubbly crust.
There’s only one scenario in which I will hang out with somebody who doesn’t like pizza crust. And that’s if we’re eating pizza. Cause then, I get to eat their crust…Oh, come on, what now? No, if you take someone else’s crust, you don’t have to eat the pizza in their digestive system to enjoy it. There’s some common sense, here. Let’s get real.