I am in Philadelphia. I called a restaurant to order takeout and a rude gentleman answered (I guess Philadelphians might call him "brusque" or "normal"). I said I wanted to place an order for takeout. "For pick up, you mean?" Yeah, sure, pick up. Then he asked what kind of dressing I wanted on my salad and I said vinaigrette, "You mean oil and vinegar?" YES THAT'S WHAT VINAIGRETTE IS. DID HE JUST BUY A THESAURUS? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? Then he said "Fifteen" and hung up on me. I didn't even have time to say thanks or bye. Should I assume that's the number of minutes before my order is ready or the cost of my food? Edit: The thought just occurred to me that it might be a social norm in Philly to end every conversation with the title of your favorite Taylor Swift song, since she is a PA native, in which case I know neither how long until my food is ready nor how much it will cost me. Also I didn't have a chance to say mine which is good because, frankly, I'll never be able to choose.