Starving for lunch, I rush through security at the airport and stop at the bar to order a sandwich to go. Suddenly lights begin to flash, alarms begin to ring and a voice blares through the airport, “There has been a breach in security. Please take your belongings and leave through the nearest exit.”
As I look through the airport wondering what to do, the bartender delivers a hot, luscious plate of steak and cheese quesadillas to the man sitting next to me.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Stu,” he replied. Then he took a bite of his hot, squishy quesadilla.
“Well Stu, if they evacuate this building, you are never going to finish your quesadillas in time. So I’m going to probably steal one of those slices. I felt you should know.”
Grinning and wiping the grease off his chin, Stu said, “I don’t blame you, I’d do the same thing. Help yourself.”
And so I did. Thanks Stu!
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