Well Worth the Heartburn

You know what I love?? I love it when the Egyptian guy in the halal truck asks me if I'm Miss. America, tells me that he will give me anything, including his truck, that I don't need to drink diet soda, and that I don't need hot sauce because I'm already hot enough. Oh and I also love it when he includes the diet soda for free. All done in a decidedly friendly and non-creepy manner.

I was grinning like an idiot all the way back to my building.

You know what else I love?? I love it when I decide to try a gyro on rice for the first time even though I don't know how it's pronounced and it embarrasses me to order and when I finally get it back to my desk and start eating it, it turns out to be one of the most delicious things I've put in my mouth in months. And yes, I meant for that to sound dirty. Because eating that thing was a very special experience. The sort of food experience where you just wish with every part of your heart that you wouldn't get full so that you could just keep eating. It was tender and perfectly seasoned and oh so fatty and the white sauce was so cool and the lettuce and pickle tasted so fresh and light in comparison. I was so very happy to have some alone time with it at my desk.

I feel like I could sing the praises of that gyro from the rooftops of every building on wall street right now. But that would probably get me shot down by some security patrol in about 7.9 seconds. I guess I will just have to settle for writing about it here.