Um - I met Slothrop on Easter

[Wiccasmile at aol.com]

    As bizarre as it was for me, I've taken three days to realize it real.
    Easter, I guess I ordered pizza.
    So, Sunday Evening, the Pizza Hut gentleman arrived.  Quite quickly.
    And as he was leaving, I noticed his nametag -- "Slothrop"
    I said, "Amazing.  Is that your real name?"
    He said, "No.  It's from a book."
    And then I smiled and it was the blissful flavor -- not unlike the taste 
of a Veggie Lover's -- of recognition and bliss and wonder and love.
    I said, "Thomas Pynchon.  Gravity's Rainbow."
    And he, the man who would be Slothrop, faded into the night -- neither of 
us taking that moment to reflect on the wondrous text, for it's already said 
Itself.
    And I was glad that, for once, I'd left an exorbitant tip.