Thursday, July 10, 2008

A July Valentine


Dear man at the delivery joint who makes my sandwich,

I love you and think we should get married. You know me like few do. Every day I order ‘no fries’, and every day you do not send me a pile of fries, but instead sneak about 7 or 8 into the wrap. And not just any kind of fries! Crispy ones! I know you do this specially for me because I’ve had the menu translated and none of the wraps list ‘fries’ or ‘potatoes’ as an ingredient. It’s like you know that I can’t make myself order fries, but secretly I want some. So you loving bury them in the wrap amid the chicken and vegetables, knowing that I will find them and be happy. I especially appreciate this during these ugly days of the law journal Write On competition.

So thank you.

Love,
Becky

Ps This may be too much to ask but I will hope against all odds that you are taller than 5’7” or else our wedding pictures will be really awkward.

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