A Good Schwarma

There's a place around the corner from my office that served me the single worst meal of my life. It was a schwarma platter - chicken on rice. I asked for the kabobs but got the little shards of chicken and didn't realize it till I was at the office and had my red and white napkin tied around my neck and fork and knife sharpened and ready to cut those sweet kabobs. The meal had hunks of gross chicken fat and was generally disgusting and terrible. It wouldn't have bothered me so much, but the dish was about $16, which is expensive even for here. Talk about a rip off.

Now when I walk by the place I give the chef in the window the evil eye. I walk by often and distribute the bug eye, mean eye, cruk eye and recently the squint eye. The strange thing is, it's starting to work. The chef is actually getting upset - I think he's gonna jump me soon. They must really put curses on each other wherever the fuck this guy's from, because he's about to lose it.