Saw my sandwich maker yesterday. I went with, "Hey, thanks for that bacon. I wasn't expecting it."
He said, "What?" (He looked stoned.)
I said, "Remember, you made me that sandwich and then put bacon on it? I wasn't expecting it."
He said, "I put bacon on it."
I said, "Yeah, and I thought you were joking about it."
He said, "No."
I said, "Well, thanks. It was good."
He said, "You're welcome."
I said, "Okay. Bye."
He said, "Bye."
I was glad that I didn't trip as I walked away. I felt sort of like Deb from Napolean Dynamite.
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