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delivery from Arby's Tried calling the wife's cell. No answer. So I call eldest son's. Your mother there? "Just a minute." I listen as he gets out of the vehicle. Walks across the parking lot. Through the two double doors. Up the stairs. I guess (correctly) he turns right. I try not to think about the money being spent listening to him silently stroll. Finally I hear the wife's voice on the line. And ask her the question. She repeats it to eldest son. "What do you want from Arby's?" "Arby's!!" a startled, unrecognized female voice shouts in the background. Apparently this unidentified woman knows the nearest Arby's to where they are is 99 miles away. I hear the wife brag her husband is sitting in University Town. And that I'm bringing home dinner. From Arby's. She says it perhaps just a little too smugly for fast food. But when the nearest source is 99 miles away... |
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