Reason number 5012 why I married him:
Last night, we went to the Verizon store and got new phones. That's a story in itself, but I don't want to go into into it. Suffice it to say that it was a total goatscrew, but I walked out of there with (nearly) everything I wanted. The rest I can fix online or through customer service. It did cost an arm and a leg and take nearly two hours to resolve, but what the hell right? How else ya gonna spend a Thursday night? ANYWAY, long introduction to say that we were planning to go out to dinner after going to the Verizon store, but after the two hours there, the dinner word of the day was "drive-through" and the price point was "fast food". So we stopped at Wendy's. We placed our order, they told us it would be a few minutes and asked us to pull forward. While we waited, Rock made the comment that they better not give him old, cold fries since we had to wait on our sandwiches. About that time, they brought the food to our car. Rock immediately popped a french fry in his mouth and promptly started gasping in air. I turned to him, smiled sweetly, and said, "What? Didn't get the old fries, honey?" He replied, "If those french fries are old, their previous residence was hell."