Yesterday during my afternoon stroll, I was thrilled to discover a grease truck that parks one block away from my current job.
I ordered a Taylor ham, egg, and cheese sandwich. The chef/driver looked like a slightly thinner Fat Joe with a nicely trimmed chinstrap beard, oversized baseball cap, and bluetooth device clipped permanently to his ear. I asked him if he had coffee in the truck and he said, "YEZZIR! Yo, I even got beers in here if you want. You look like you're having a tough day, maybe you could use one."
I have a new best friend.