While you are YELPING at a minimum wage barista at a high end coffee shop, there is a woman in a burka poking though a pile of ruble with a stick looking for the heads of her children.
In keeping with my monthly annoyance with YELP I have to add that those who actually do the YELPING are too full of themselves for me to bother with.
As to those reading from the YELPERINGS I have to wonder if they have any friends? You know, to maybe ask about a good place to have coffee, eat a burger or buy a broom.
Even back when I was on the road in strange cities I had no problem finding a good place to eat, to stay or have fun. I just asked the people I was seeing where to go and usually invited them along for a free ride. It always worked out fine. You know? Talking to real people in real time face to face rather than some snot nosed shallow complainer I don’t know yelping on the phone? Seems a no brainer to me. But then I don’t text either.