Last night James and I were justing beginning a 45 minutes drive home after seeing a friend in a play. We were getting ready to leave the town when we both decided that we felt like a snack. (Notice I didn't say we were hungry - just the late-night peckish feeling.) We thought about getting something sweet and dessert-like, but I didn't feel like it. Honestly, I said, I feel like a hamburger. But I protested that it was too late to eat a hamburger and so we mustn't do it.
James laughed and told me to enter "restaurants" into the GPS. Within two minutes he was pulling into a burger joint drive through. What should we get? I fretted, but James took control of the situation.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered."
He pulled up to the ordering box and confidently placed the order...and it was more than just hamburger. An item from this menu, one from that, something from over there - and all without a moment's hesitation. When I opened up the bag as we drove away, I was amazed at how perfect the order was - it was exactly what I wanted! It made me think right away about all those movies and TV shows where the man orders for the woman. To be honest, it was kind of exhilarating. It was a man taking care of his girl, and his girl knowing that he knew exactly what she would want.
Call me old fashioned, but I liked it. Not that I'll let him order for me next time we at a restaurant. Actually, I tend to have the knack for interpreting two lines of description and discerning what will be really tasty. But I liked the sentiment of it last night.