How friendly are they? Well, I went in the other day to get twelve pitas to take home (just pitas, nothing else) and decided to ask if they sold their garlic sauce as well. You must understand that I would kill kittens for this sauce, and have even thought about running out the door with the squeeze bottle of garlic sauce that sits by the register, if it wouldn’t be stealing and make me look like an imbecile. (I should probably just ask what’s in the sauce.) The smiley man said that they didn’t sell the sauce, and then proceeded to make a small dish out of tin foil for me to carry some sauce home. I really wasn’t going home, nor was I about to eat the pitas, but how could I say no to Mr. Smiley – or the sauce.
So, there I am walking down