To the rear-March

Went out to eat at a new restaurant down the street

It's run by a family from Syria. Are you syria?

Yes, I am. Anyway, was looking at the menu

For an appetizer. No surprise there

 

But I find I can't make up my mind

 The owner came over, thought he could help

I knew it was him, I saw him on Yelp

Looked at me, cheerfully said

 

We have a nice 'fattoush'  Care to try?

 

Fattoush?  Who wants one of those?

 

I barely fit into my clothes as it is!

 

Gee whiz!

 

Could you die?

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fattoush

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Parts of this story are partly true

 

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