Today, my dear Levi and I had this intelligent and enlightening conversation at a Quizno's as we discussed our meal options.
LEVI: Hey! Instead of getting two sandwiches, do you want to just get one big one?
ME: Oh! Sure.
LEVI: Ooh! (pointing to photograph of large, delectable sandwich) That looks really good.
ME: (noticing how wide and long aforementioned sandwich is as it scales boldly out of its wrapper, dreaming of pleasant toasty fullness) Yeah. Ok, let's get that one.
LEVI: (to Quizno's employee) Ok, we're gonna get a Torpedo.
QUIZNO'S EMPLOYEE: Which one?
LEVI: Uhh, an Italian, please.
(Quizno's employee gently and unassumingly extracts a piece of bread that would be frightened of a hot dog bun and begins to put the ingredients of an Italian sandwich on it).
ME'S THOUGHTS: Oh my gosh! That cute little thing wants to be a sandwich when it grows up! We have been deceived!!
(Levi and Emily share a stricken glance)
LEVI: Um, do you want to get two?
ME: Um...yeah. Oh yeah.
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