At a certain point, we’d all been waiting in line too long to give up now. The woman behind me only had a credit card and the credit card machine was broken by the time she got up to the front. A flurry of cash offers prevented a riot. I don’t know if it was worth it, is a lamb kebob and rice ever worth it, could it be, but it certainly did taste earned, eaten on a concrete curb next to J., a guy it turned out I knew from the internet.
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