Unbeknown to me, sitting in that room is a fairly burly man who is just about to have his very late, very warm lunch, all shoved into an oval pita bread, and when I push that door open he has just taken a huge bite out of that pita and it is boiling hot and oozing Tahini all over his face. "Bon appetite, and excuse me. Can you tell me when my car will be examined?"
