How much would you pay to go to the moon?
Well… let me check my pockets. Hmm… lint, three Tic Tacs, and a coupon for 10% off lawn fertilizer. So currently, I could maybe afford a ticket halfway to Kalamazoo.
But if I were wealthy—which I am absolutely not (unless wealth is measured by my unmatched sock collection)—I’d spend a pretty penny to hop on a moon-bound rocket. I mean, how often do you get the chance to be duct-taped into a giant metal tube powered by explosive fuel, firing your fragile human body into the beautiful black void? Strap me in, Space Uber driver!
Just imagine stepping onto the lunar surface and thinking,
“Wow! All this dust… I hope I don’t have lunar allergies… or something!”
Anyway, I wouldn’t just visit the moon. No way! I’d open the first ever moon based pizza parlor. The “Lunar ‘Za Lounge.” Or maybe “Papa Apollo’s.” I’d have pizza so good, astronauts would defy NASA orders just to grab a slice.
Delivery times would be rough, though… “Your order will arrive in about 4 days, depending on planetary alignment.” hmm… I’d need some good mathematical equations in my pizza app to calculate all that… but hey, I’m game to try!
So how much would I pay to go to the moon?
Well, if ole Elon walked in right now and said, “Brian, hop in the rocket,” I’d hand over everything I own, including my 10% lawn fertilizer coupon. Because who wouldn’t want to be the first person in history to say, “I came! I saw! I delivered pizza at zero gravity!”
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll get a high school named after me or something… just saying. 🤷😂
Crock’s Thoughts 