Vegan week 3 complete

The issue with vegan pizza in rural-burban Utah is this: it's too confusing.

Earlier this week, we were frazzled and running late. I had a meeting in just 90 minutes, and everyone was being crazy. The boys were wound UP, and Bub and I were getting more and more irritated. With everything, and everyone.

So, screw it. We called the take & bake pizza store and placed our order. Half was pepperoni, mushroom, and olives. The other (vegan) half of the pizza was ordered with spinach, mushrooms, and olives, but NO CHEESE.

Pizza dude: No cheese?
Me: No cheese.
Pizza dude: No cheese?
Me: Right.
Pizza dude: Hold on. (To the side and away from the phone: she doesn't want any cheese!). OK, what else did you want?
Me: Spinach, olives, and mushrooms.
Pizza dude: But, no cheese.
Me: Correct.

So, we stopped to pick it up. Bub went in to get it since she needed a breather from, well, all of us. Not two minutes later, she came stomping out to let me know that MY half of the pizza wasn't ready yet. Why? Because they didn't know what to do. Apparently, it was just too much to take in.