C'mon, baby, finish what you started

Say you wanted to order a pizza, but you've never had a pizza before. And you don't know if it would be better to eat pizza on your lunch break or eat it close to your home either on your way to or from work. Luckily, your job gets pizza discounts and you can go to a site on their Intranet and do a search. So you look up several pizzerias and jot down the numbers, hoping to call and price their pies and maybe get a feel for the quality. Then you happen to come home early and decide to make the calls. But you can't find the slip of paper with all the numbers even though you just pulled it out of your pocket when you stopped off at the grocery store. But you put it back in your pocket. You can't remember if you took it out when you got home, but you can't find it anywhere, even after digging through the trash. You put your brain to work on remembering some of the names of the restaurants, and you come up with a couple. You go to the trusty Internet and Google the names. But some of the phone numbers don't work. And some of them have recordings that want you to call other numbers. At some point, you start to feel like you never wanted to try this fucking pizza horseshit anyway, and you punch a hole in your wall.

This, of course, is a silly hypothetical because no one ever gives up on pizza.