Dateline: Friday the 18th. I'm at work, haulin' ass as always. A trio of co-workers are munching on a pizza. They catch me looking at them, knowing my passion for food, chuckling that I am not able to partake at the moment.
After a few minutes, 2 cuts are left.
"Shit, two more pieces. I can't finish them, can you?
"Naw man, I'm done."
"Hey Darren come finish these, man!"
I'm on 'em like a hyena on a carcass.
The cheese and sauce were of sturdy enough character, but I just couldn't enjoy that porous, dry, bread-like crust that tasted a week old.
"Whadja think?"
"Eh, it was so-so."
"Yeah, we thought so too. We just wanted to try 'em."
"Thanks for the last two slices though."
"Oh don't worry about it. We figgered you'd eat 'em."
"At least I have something else to Yelp now."
"Yelp? What the %^$#'s that?"
Apparently some people around these parts still think the internet is for online poker and Youtube.