You had date night all planned out. You picked out the perfect movie, you have the right clothes, and you even did laundry a day early (now it's clean and dry). You scouted out a little, hidden gem; a pizza place where everything is made from scratch, with pies the size of small planets. Everything is going as planned. That is until you get there only to find an ominous sign hung in the window, "Closed. Gone to the National Cheese Convention." How can they do that to you!? Like the pizza shop, Google has made a disruptive…
