I came in to put my stuff down and pet Baba, then left for the food truck. I could hear him meowing all the way down the hall. I hope he doesn’t do that every time I leave. I wonder how long he does it. The food truck guy asked for my order and I told him I wanted a burger with lettuce, tomato, and tzatziki sauce on it. He asked if I was sure and I told him I thought so. He said something else and the girl ahead of me who’d already ordered said I can have it that way if I want. The three of us went back and forth a few more times about how I should be allowed to order my food how I want even if it’s weird. I didn’t think it was that weird. Mayonnaise is much weirder than tzatziki.

The guy behind me ordered a chicken gyro and pronounced it “jy-ro.” The girl behind him also pronounced it that way. I live in a major city with a good bit of diversity, people who live here should know how to pronounce gyro in 2017.

I checked my mail on the way back and didn’t hear the cat. When I opened the door, he was on the bookcase and I scolded him. The burger was very good with the sauce on it.