Too jet-lagged to sit in a restaurant for dinner, I grab some "sheebs" in Italian Mix flavor (which turn out to taste like ketchup) and a "sbreet" from the corner junk-food stand. The young vendor lightly blows on my bag of chips and soda, like gamblers blow on die, before handing them to me. I wonder if that means my dinner is lucky.
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