"I'd like to place an order for delivery."
"If this is Helen, go ahead."
"I'd like one lasagna, one spaghetti with marinara sauce, a salad with thousand island, one meatball sub and one Philly Cheese Steak."
The lady at the other end repeats the order. "Will this be all?"
"Oh, I'd like a half-gallon of sweet tea."
"We don't have any more tea tonight. The cashier poured it out early. Then she got sick and had to go to the hospital. Do you want anything else to drink?"
"Uh, no. That will be all."
"Will this be cash or charge?"
Stunned, I said, "Cash."
"It'll take 45 minutes to an hour."
I got off the phone and repeated the conversation to Scott. "You know, we don't know what got the cashier sick, and I don't want to be exposed to anything, if there is anything. I'm thinking about all the e coli outbreaks..."
"Call them back and cancel the order." So, I did.
We quickly got in the car and headed to Subway for dinner.
Paranoia quickly blossomed.
"I think tomorrow we should get our flu shots. Don't you think so?"
Scott said, "Yea, tomorrow will work for me."