Okay, Mr. Papa Johns pizza assembly guy, I get the picture. I open up my pizza box and I see this:

 

I shall call you "Mini-Pepperoncini"

I've added the dime. The dime is not the astonishing part.

This is worse than nothing. I’ve opened up the box before and seen no pepperoncini. I can deal with that. It’s like, “Oh, they just forgot to put it in there, that’s unfortunate but its totally understandable that this happens from time to time.” This, however, is blatant passive-aggressive behavior. A man (and yes, all the people who work at this place are men) actually took the time to pick out this minuscule pepperoncini specimen and place it in the box. I can imagine him cackling with glee (with underlighting) imagining the look on my face as I opened the box and saw this sorry excuse for vegetation staring back at me.

You better watch yourself, Mr. Pizza Preparer — you’re on notice. If you’re not careful, you might wake up with some habenero heads in your bed.