HIMALAYAN LUNCH WAGON
There's nothing like speaking the truth
of a roomful people just sitting - and
falsely listening instead to dreams.
However, in this case, for me, right
outside the hospital where I was
again today (these fulsome follow
up visits are killing me), was the
usual huge food truck, called
somehow 'Halal Brothers.'
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It's there all the time, at the same
corner and in the same spot. I
guess the two guys I keep seeing
inside the truck ARE those
Halal Brothers themselves! At
least there's not far to run if the
ptomaine sets in and some
treatment is needed.
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Yet they line up, whoever they are;
every day - when I see them -
5 or 10 people deep. Lined up and
ready to pay. The food must be good,
and so is the pay? Hey, Halal Brothers,
what d'ya you say?
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