"Hey Darren," a co-worker calls to me 30 minutes before starting my shift the other day.
"Yo!"
"I got two pieces of pizza left. Yer ahe human garbage disposal. Eat 'em."
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah go ahead. No one else wants 'em. They're still warm."
"Thanks man!"
I bite into it and find that it's a rather derivative Pittsburgh pie; chewy crust, oily cheese, sweet sauce. Journeyman would be the best descriptor.
"Where'd ya get it?" I needed to know where it came from so as to write a review.
"Large Plain."
"Huh?"
"Large Plain."
"Yeah, I can see that it was a large plain pizza, but where did you get it from?"
"Large Plain. Babcock Boulevard."
"That's the name of the place?"
Unnamed co-worker whips out a menu.
"I came prepared since I know you're into that there Kelp site."
"No, it's Yelp."
"You mean Delp? The guy that sang in the band Boston? He was good. What a shame he..."
"No, YELP!"
"Shelp? "What the hell's that mean?"
"YELLLLPPPPP!"
"Ohhhh. Whelp! Why's it called that? That don't make no sense."
I'm trapped in Bizarro World! Help!