The other day The Man and I were in town, and we were hungry, so stopped at a coffee shop and had sandwiches. (Sandwitches, actually, according to the menu.) They weren't great sandwiches, but they filled a gap. The Man read a newspaper while he was eating, and I read a book, as is our antisocial custom, and we chewed peacefully.
When I got to my last mouthful, I looked up and noticed that The Man was eating his last mouthful as well. We both swallowed at the same moment.
We stared at each other.
"Synchronized sandwich eating," I said. "How do you think we did on technical merit?"
"You've got a crumb on your chin," he replied. "You'll lose points for that. But don't worry. You do great on artistic impression."
We grinned at each other.
"We've been together too long," I said.
I wiped the crumb off my chin, and we agreed that we eat well together, but our conversations are getting sillier.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Sandwitches
Posted by Badaunt at 1:04 pm 2 comments
2 comments:
You guys are going to be such a cute couple in your 70s.
Synchronized forgetting!
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