How I feel about my Boss: Suheil abu Fadil is a lumpy, cantankerous man with a boyish waddle and stumpy legs. He slips a million secret chews to his dumb, thin pursed lips; forever locked in the silly slump of a stern frown. His sloppy Syrian Arabic is slurred and perpetually ebbing frantically back into his mouth in salivating slurps; soaked with slobbery 'Shayif shlown's (Arabic's "yaadamean?") When he smiles, his crooked teeth are exposed by his skin-flap curtain upper lips, crawling nefariously towards his crusty ears. His dusty eyes only match in their dull tone, like an emerald and a sapphire caked with dust and chucked unceremoniously into the bottom of two empty fisherman's seafood gut-buckets.