It was a hot and sticky August day. That evening after work, I stopped by Trader Joe’s and bought a ready to cook roast. I walked up to West 4th to take the C train to Brooklyn. The train had huge delays, I waited so long that I could read 4 stories of Etkar Keret while standing near my crack proofed paper bags. The train finally came, and I slide in like the corner fish in a sardine can. I only realized that I left my roast in the station when I arrived at home. I cracked 2 eggs for dinner instead.
Next morning, I took the c train from Brooklyn to West 4th as usual. When I got out, I saw my crack proofed paper bags standing where I left them. As they say in Turkey, the god let his favorite man loose his donkey first and then let him find it back. So, I was happy. I picked my bags and went to the office. I realized my roast was slowly cooked while I was trying to put it in the office fridge. I sent a mail to everyone for a delicious roast lunch invitation.
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