On Wednesday nights, Nate and I lead a worship service at my church (well, he leads and I play piano), which means we don’t get home until about 9pm. That’s late. And since we don’t eat supper before-hand, we’re both ravenous by the time we get home.
Last night, I decided that I didn’t want to prepare anything, so I asked Nate if he’d be willing to stop at Subway on the way home. (We take separate cars to church, since he’s coming from home and I’m coming from work).
Nate: Sure, what do you want?
Me: Just get me what you’re getting
Pause. He’s walking away. I call out to him…
Me: Except I want Italian bread instead of wheat, mustard instead of mayo, a six inch instead of a foot long, and no onions. Oh, yeah, and I don’t want it toasted. But other than that, I want the same thing as you.
I guess opposites do attract. 😉