I go almost daily to the same place (close both to my house and my work place). There is this underpaid and overworked arab guy that makes the kebab. I always tip 50%. He always packs my kebab with more meat than usual. He also knows how I like it, big and spicy with all the sauces and a diet pepsi. He gets very happy when he sees me and he calls me "boss" and "brother." Today I was sad af but the "hello boss, the usual?" made me feel better. Kebab heals people.