Out of both of my places of employment, rather than the lovely, loungey bookstore with the comfy chairs and hours worth of guaranteed in-store entertainment, the Powers that Be decided to teleport me here.  To the kabob stand.

The tiny. 
Cramped. 
Meat-laden. 
Oil-coated. 
Cumin-overdosed. 
Kabob stand.

I'd say thank goodness for small mercies that ( Read more... )