I'm craving some Hawaiian pizza because pineapple is the best pizza topping and it certainly does belong on pizza. I call up my favorite pizza place which is a general store downtown (I have the number memorized) and let them know I want a large fresh dough Hawaiian pizza with bacon and EXTRA pineapple. The lady on the phone tells me it will be ready in approximately 30 minutes, I thank her and hangup the phone. I make sure to note the time and I leave in about ten minutes even though it only takes seven minutes to drive there. I want to browse the store and buy some chips and soda too. While I'm looking at soda I see my favorite key lime pie flavored soda, it's expensive, but I don't care, because I deserve it. Before the full thirty minutes has passed I see the kitchen staff slide a large pizza box onto the counter clearly labeled "Hawaiian" I make my way to the counter with my chips and soda and proceed to pay the cashier using my debit card. I thank him and he tells me to "have a nice day" I respond with; "I will now!" and "thank you sir" I also turn to the lady who made my pizza and thank her too. 
Question: How many pizzas were ordered?
Only one.