Telephonics

A phone call from my Physician Assistant (extraordinaire) girlfriend, who has a drug rep dinner tonight -- which lowly non-health care professionals like myself cannot attend -- at Texas de Brazil. Sometimes she steals me leftover food that drug reps bring for lunch:

"Hello?"
"Hey, I have to whisper, but I stole you two Panera sandwiches for dinner if you want to wait. I don't know what time I'll be back. Maybe around 8:00. So you might want to eat something before then if you want these."
"OK, I think I can wait. I don't need two, but I can probably eat one for lunch tomorrow."
"OK."
"Thanks a lot, though."
"OK, bye."

I'm definitely down with free sandwiches. And a girlfriend who does more than she needs to for me.