I just got in from my new/old job. It's funny going from the guy in front, making plates and waving. To the dish washer, scrubbing pots and hauling glass.
I like cooking better but you can't go wrong with a place thats run by dedicated profesionals.
On the way home a fox ran in front of me.
I don't know if it's a fluke of urban sprawl or if I should try to read into it.
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