On the way out, I ran into JB from The Company making a food run. “Hey Sean,” he said. “If you had but asked, I would have gladly taken your order for food.”
“Sorry,” I said. “But alas, I was hungry and I needed sustenance.”
“Then will you join me in my quest for food for our fellow cow-orkers?”
“I have been here already half an hour and I fear that your quest shall take a fair amount of time of which I do not wish to partake in.”
“Please, just a few minutes,” JB said. His tone was such that I relented.
We bantered for the few moments it took us to walk to the deli counter. “Please, sir, I would like to order four subs,” JB said to the deli clerk.
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“Sir, four subs please.” The deli clerk made some motion with his head. “Do you not do the subs?”
The deli clerk perked up. “Yes,” he said.
“Then four subs.”
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“I shall see you back in the comfort of The Company offices,” I said to JB, not willing to endure any more of this deli tonight.