Dave and Jack and I went to Santa Fe over spring break. On our last morning there, we went to the French Pastry Shop for a breakfast. It went like this:
Me: I’d like the bacon, egg, and cheese crepe, please.
Dave: I’ll have the croque madame.
Jack: I’ll have a slice of black forest cake.
Me: (to the waitress) He did not clear that with me ahead of time.
Jack: It’s Fancy Breakfast Friday.
Me: Touché. Enjoy your cake!
Thought you had outdone yourself there for a minute.
Can’t get much fancier than that!