Rachel is at school. Quinn is at work. Mike and I didn't feel like cooking. But we do get a kick out of calling the restaurant where Quinn works and ordering for home delivery. I ordered a Philly Cheese Steak and onion rings. (I learned the hard way that the Italian Beef is not the same sandwich.) Mike ordered a DoubleDog and Waffle Fries. The DoubleDog comes with a small bag of potato chips.
When Quinn arrived with our delivery, he announced, "That will be $16.25. By the way, I ate your chips."
What?! I asked him if he ate other customers' chips too. "No," he replied, "only yours. You don't need them anyway. You got waffle fries."
Mike gave him a tip anyway. And I laughed.
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