Tonight we ordered take-out. A cheeseburger from our favorite joint, Lone Star.
When I went in to pick it up, there were two containers. I thought the fries must be in the second one.
When L. opened the first styrofoam box, he was sure we had gotten the wrong order. There were four rolls and some honey butter!
But the other one was loaded with fries and a giant cheeseburger.
Then I remembered...when you eat there, you get a basket of rolls while you are waiting for your meal, no matter what you've ordered.
We'll save them for tomorrow.