I was so tickled by that Greek guy that I just had to go again. I find his truck, on 20th and Market, and today I had a very different experience. The person who is next walks up to the truck to receive their food.
Food Truck Guy: No, no, you wait there. I call you when food is ready.
And then he took the money and the customer left. Now I am next.
Food Truck Guy: You! You at back of line. You next.
Person at the back of the line: No no, it’s okay. The biker Jesus dude was here first.
Food Truck Guy: No, you here before. You go to bank, then come back. This plate yours.
Person at the back of the line: No seriously, it’s okay. I’m waiting for a friend anyway.
Food Truck Guy: You sure? Okay. You come up.
So I go up, pay him, and get ready to leave. Then he takes the styrofoam container back.
Food Truck Guy: Wait, wait. No.
He opens it up, shakes his head, and takes a pepper off the grill and puts it into the dish before giving it back to me.
Food Truck Guy, kinda sad looking: See, when you talk, you no do good job. This is why I no like talk.
Me, internally: Are you the seriously the same guy I met the other day?
Wonder why he was so sad.
Thank you for the link to read it. Everytime I clicked on the link I got via email, it said page not found.
I think what happened was, I accidentally published it the night before and took it off. It /should/ be working normally now, but I’m still a damn fool with scheduling and am meeting up with some weird blips from time to time.
It’s okay! I appreciate you helping me.
Anything for a fan! You got my special election day treat, right?
I am a fan! I didn’t, no.
Check your email!
Done, and replied! Thank you again, Matt.