On Tuesday I failed to bring a lunch to work, as did The Prince. We work across the street from each other now so we often have lunch together (awww) OR, more frequently, I make The Prince go and retrieve my lunch. Go ahead, act surprised, whatever. We both know that you knew that's how it was going to be. NO SHAME.
Anywho, when I sent my investigative "what are you getting for lunch" text, I was told that The Prince was thinking Subway. I, on the other hand, was thinking a Peanut Butter smoothie.
I made a compelling case for Jugo Juice, pointing out that they have some kind of meat-filled chicken-y flat-bread grilled sandwich thing-a-ma-bob that The Prince likes. He went for it.
About thirty minutes later, The Prince strolls into my office. I was in the middle of doing some actual work (I say "actual work" only because it's such a rarity) and I guess I was a little zoned out.
The Prince set this on my desk:
He then explained, very quickly: "They only filled it half way, I have no idea what they were doing, I was in such a rush though I just took it and left, I gotta go, see you tonight."
So, of course, my reaction was: "What? What do you mean they only filled it half way? Did they GIVE YOU A DISCOUNT?"
I suppose the severity of my reaction to this suspected Jugo Juice injustice broke The Prince's commitment to the part he was playing. I saw the corner of his little shithead grin come out and it dawned on me what had actually happened.
The fucker drank over half of my smoothie in the time it took to drive from Jugo Juice to my office.
Seriously guys, my case for disowning him just keeps growing.
P.S.- Yesterday's Disney answers: 1) Snow White, 2) Oliver & Company, 3) Cinderella. No one guessed the Oliver one correctly.