Vertigo Gyro
Early evening Tuesday. I dropped by Robinson’s Galleria for a pre-dinner snack. That’s the only place where I can find a Cafe Mediterranean restaurant near my workplace. I chose beef gyro. What, you don’t have beef today? Alternate? Oh, lamb gyro…yeah yeah! Make is special, bud. First time ei.
Here it comes. What? This is it? A gyro (in a small tiny-winy voice). Oh well, might as well try it. Mmmm…tastes good, the onions, the fries, the veggies, and the, the garlic sauce. THE BEST! Of course the lamb strips, crunchy meat though.
The Bill. Darn. Gosh! Gosh! Gosh! I think I’m going to have vertigo.
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(and guess what…I did! 5 hours later. At work. Me spinning around, and around. I can stand, but then I’m falling. No balance. No direction.
No gyro for tomorro.
