not sure yet. after a brief respite, i'm back to working doubles on saturdays through the new year. everyone is burning up their sick and personal days, so o.t. abounds.
i found a good fried chicken place up in harlem that's open 24 hours on weekends, so after the mad dash home and back during my actual dinner "hour", i'll pick up a 5 piece, fries, and biscuits around midnight after work.
i wonder how many people here have ordered chicken in a tiny storefront through bullet proof glass, putting the money into and receiving the chicken through a bank teller type drawer?
ronjohn, back me up here. detroit's gotta have something like this.
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