The gyro, shawarma, cheeseburger, fried chicken sandwich and fries place by my house not only serves excellent food for excellent prices, its qualifiedly, respectfully flirtatious young Bangladeshi employees in matching electric green polo shirts are amenable to corruption. For example, if I say can I have a free drink with that? They go sure, why not? This is not the case at the gyro and shawarma cart kitty-cornering my favorite gyro-and-fries place. There, they charge full price, don’t give in to my bartering and never give me anything free.