At my regular burger spot, halfway through the meal, the waitstaff always comes back to the table… “Is everything OK here?” They ask the question, as they reach for a wooden stick that sits in a tin bucket on the table. If you say “Yes, thanks” they flip the stick over and walk away. If...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
