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| - It was late, I was hungry, this place was close at hand.
I figured, a miso soup, maybe some gyoza, and out the door.
the folks behind the counter looked pre-occupied and shifty. Some bigger, vaguely sinister guys lurking about. Other than that, the place was empty.
I watched the kid assemble my order in the back. He sneezed, wiped his schnot up with his bare hands and continued to prepare my stuff.
WTF?
Not wanting to incur an ugly scenario, and bowing to my cowardice, I paid the few shekels for the food, depositing it immediately into the garbage can out front, and went to the Vietnamese place next door to get something to eat...
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