As we all know, Fridays are a most sacred day for our community - an oppurtunity for us to gather together and celebrate life, love, and happiness. All built on around a singular foundation, a common passion, a shared vision: Pagliacci Pizza.

This fateful day began like any other Friday. The promise of pizza was in the air. Its unspoken prescense lingering in our hearts and minds. Little did we know what horrors lay ahead.

The clock ticked forward: 11:45... 12:00... 12:30... 1:00! Lunchtime came and went, but there was no Pagliacci to be had. A dark cloud hung heavy over our community. Empty stomaches growled, empty hearts yearned.

Eventually, at 2:00, Pagliacci finally arrived. Alas, by then the damage was already done. Pizza was consumed, but this was no longer an act of joy - this was now an act of sustenance - this was an act of survival.

We will never forget the events of Friday May 3rd for they serve as a stark reminder of the things that matter most. Going forward we will cherish each and every slice of Pagliacci Pizza. For as we have learned, the pizza we love so much is a fragile thing - it should never be taken for granted.