I sit in my forever-swiveling swivel chair, anxiously swiveling in anticipation of the great bounty of falafel soon to make its way into my humble abode with its intoxicating aroma.
Yes, all you amateur sleuths out there, you've guessed it.
Today is non-other than the beloved Falafel Bi-Wednesday, a day that only can be waited for in solitude, merely accompanied by the long, lonesome hours of the days leading up to this event, sitting in my own little pool of craving saliva, waiting.
And, of course, these tasty fried tidbits can never leave the delectable side of their bestest companions, Mr. Hummus, Mrs. Tahini, and Sir Pita Bread II. The pocketed kind.
Any moment now, Mother and Sister shall return from Pita Inn, satisfying the monster within. His name's Carl.