During my lunch break yesterday, I ran to Subway for a sandwich. As I was waiting in a very long line, I overheard the following conversation from an elderly couple who were dressed very well; her in a purple skirt suit and him in a dark gray suit. They were seated in a booth and were both eating ginormous sub sandwiches.
Her: "You ordered roast beef?"
Him: "Yes dear, I did."
Her: "Well then."
(Eat. Chew. Eat. Eat.)
Her: "Aren't you glad we got here when we did? Look at the line!" Points right at me.
Her: "The LINE. Look at the LINE." He looks and nods.
(Eat. Chew. Eat.)
Her: "I can't believe you ordered roast beef."
Him: "It's my favorite, dear."
( I slowly move up in line. I find a dime on the floor. My stomach growls.)
Her. "I just didn't know you liked the beef so much. Maybe I"ll get some for you for Saturday. And maybe some potato salad."
What in the world is happening on Saturday that requires not only roast beef BUT ALSO potato salad?! Don't you wish you knew? I am just thankful she finally realizes he loves his roast beef.
If this is what I have to look forward to when it is my turn to walk down the aisle, then I am totally in. After a half of a century, if I can still learn new things about my husband, then something is working right!