Allow me to set the stage. Mel texted me about grabbing lunch after her appointment with the alarm company. I responded with unrestrained glee, as is customary for me.
Soon after her confirmation text, she called me on her way to work. She said something to the effect of I can't wait to see you because you're my very favorite and this will take my whole day up a notch in the satisfaction department and then she said verbatim, "I HAVE CHIPS AND STUFF AT THE HOUSE."
Closer to lunchtime, she messaged me over our IM system at work:
She told me she wanted a "#1 sandwich." When I left for Chick-fil-A, I texted her to ask if she wanted a drink -- I didn't know if the "and stuff" she had at the house included drinks.
DRINK CONFIRMED.
So I ordered a (diet-mandated and not nearly as good) grilled-chicken combo for myself and a regular Chick-fil-A sandwich and a Coke for Mel, then headed to her house.
Where, when I pulled everything out of the bag, she was like, "HO', WHERE MY FRIES?"
And I said, "You told me you wanted a sandwich."
And she was like, "Yesssss, but I said a NUMBER-ONE SANDWICH. Which is a COMBO."
And I said, "No, a Number-One Combo is a Number-One Combo. A Number-One Sandwich with a Diet Coke and I Have Chips and Stuff at the House is a totally different thing."
AND THEN SHE ROLLED HER EYES AT ME, INTERNET.
So I gave her my fries and I ate the Baked Doritos she had at the house, which were better for my thighs and surprisingly tasty. Although not nearly as tasty as Chick-fil-A Waffle Fries.
Assuming you had only the information I had -- DO NOT ASSUME YOU WOULD HAVE ASKED ANY ADDITIONAL QUESTIONS, BECAUSE THAT SHIP HAS SAILED AND I DON'T LIKE MONDAY-MORNING QUARTERBACKS-- would you have bought Mel a combo or just a drink and sandwich?
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