Over Halloween weekend, my co-blogger, Penelope, traveled the 832 miles from her doorstep to mine for a visit. She had been in town for about an hour when we grabbed a late lunch. The kid making my sandwich was trying to have a conversation with us, which did not go well.
Penelope turned grumpy. Eyes: rolling. Smile: fake. Face: exasperated.
"What's the problem?" I asked, since the mood was very unlike her.
"I haven't seen you since January, and there is no way in hell I am sharing you with the Quizno's boy."
It was the nicest thing she's ever said to me.
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