...... and I thought long and hard and longingly and lovingly of Irish Coffee. But I wanted something special this morning, you know, not just the everyday routine.
So instead I ordered a corned beef sandwich. The lovely deli man made me repeat my order a couple of times. He's used to my strange whims, and he's whipped up some pretty great omelets to my exact specifications, but this seemed to be pushing it in his mind.
"Corned beef sandwich. You want a hot corned beef sandwich. For breakfast. Do you know what corned beef IS?"
"Good point. Better bring some whiskey along too then."
" ..................... Ok."
"I'm kidding. About the whiskey."
"Are you sure?"
So instead I ordered a corned beef sandwich. The lovely deli man made me repeat my order a couple of times. He's used to my strange whims, and he's whipped up some pretty great omelets to my exact specifications, but this seemed to be pushing it in his mind.
"Corned beef sandwich. You want a hot corned beef sandwich. For breakfast. Do you know what corned beef IS?"
"Good point. Better bring some whiskey along too then."
" ..................... Ok."
"I'm kidding. About the whiskey."
"Are you sure?"
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