This week, John misses everything gyro.
I miss the way people look at me when I mis-pronounce it.
I miss asking for extra Tza-tziki sauce.
I miss the dripping of all the mixed juices flowing down my arm as I attempt to twist the foil even tighter.
I miss trying not to eat the foil.
I really miss the ones they serve at the Rutgers grease trucks - They are by far the best!
That's the Friday Fix for today.
(I was looking for a picture but realized I was going to torture myself if I continued)