Death Wish

Anybody know what a Čeburėkas is? It's a deep fried meat filled pastry--and it stinks something awful. They're made at a Čeburėkinė, which is a small restaurant, the entire thing, including he kitchen, is the size of my bedroom. As soon as you go in there the stench assaults you. I go there very rarely, nowadays, but for some reason I went there yesterday. I had an urge for a Čeburėkas.

When I go I pop in to order and then wait outside while they fry it up. I look inside the windows, bewildered by the patrons sitting inside and eating. Don't they know they're going to stink all day until they discard their clothes in the refuse bin and shaves their heads and eye brows? I especially feel bad for the people who work there. 1,000 Čeburėkai stink.

On the other hand, one Čeburėkas smells delicious. Because I didn't want to discard my clothes in the refuse bin nor shaves my head and eye brows, I left with exactly one Čeburėkas in three plastic bags (the one with handles they won't give you unless you specifically ask). Despite the bags you can smell it easily out on the side walk. Once you get yourself some beer and get on the micro bus, forget about it. You've just shared your lunch plans with everybody else who gets on that thing in no uncertain way, and those plans smell delicious. People's mouths start to water. Anybody who was already hungry before then begins to judge me: what will I do if attacked? How easy would it be to kill me and take my Čeburėkas? Would it be worth it? The answer, of course, is yes: it was totally delicious.