THe idiocracy of papa johns pizza

SO... My roommate Phil and I have gotten papa johns for the last four days in a row now, good for us, of course not; tasty, you bet your ass. However today we made the awful discovery that the pizza that had some how intertwined with our live for the greater part of a week, was not made by an operating functional unit of society but rather a defective system of checks and balances that were made--seemingly--in vain.