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Me: “Greek Salad, please.”
Deli Guy: “Chicken?”
Me: “No chicken.”

He goes and makes the salad and as he’s about to hand it to me he stops.

Deli Guy: “No chicken?”
Me: “Yes.”

He hands me one Greek salad with chicken.

Me: “No, without chicken.”

Discouraged he goes to make another salad. He returns a moment later with a salad that lacks chicken, but probably now includes spit.

Apparently, when it comes to chicken, my mouth says, “No, thank you,” but my eyes say, “Yes, please.”

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