Whatev, man.

Los Angelenos are a busy people.
They don’t have time to be all pronouncing every syllable of every word.
One of the more delightful and hilarious things I’ve seen out here are the ritual shortenings of everything from common phrases to obscure references.
I suppose it’s part of its heritage.
“Los Angeles” is actually an abbrev itself.
The actual name of the city is something ridiculously long and Spanish that I don’t feel like looking up right now, because time and syllables are money.
Then, of course, Los Angeles is abbreviated to L.A., or, as the more trendy hipsters call it, “LLL.”
But everything is abbreviated here.
The San Fernando Valley is The Valley.
My bank, Washington Mutual is WaMu (pronouced, literally “Wah-Mew”).
The local liquor store is called Bev Mo.
Granted “Beverages and More” is a mouthful anytime, but Bev Mo?
I’m sure there are more examples, but my personal favorite abbrev was when my L.A. boss told me to take the ‘vator to the top floor. I tried to keep a straight face as I imagined riding on the back of Darth Vader flying Superman-style to our top floor, then I realized that he was probably just saying “elevator,” which is much less fun, and much more wussy light-side Jedi.
Well, I’ve got to get to sleep, as I work early, and unlike magical flying Darth Vader, I have to drive to work like a loser. Or maybe I can hitch a ride with Vader’s good buddy, Emp Palp. I will need to grab my gate pass out of my car, though, because I’m afraid the gate will be quite operational when we arrive.

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