Some readers/friends/family might not think that grabbing a salad is enough of a demonstration of love. Let me explain WHY it is. First, even if you are the ONLY person there, it still is 20 minutes to get take-away food. It’s like they’re killing the chicken on the spot.
Second, it wasn’t JUST salad. It was pita bread, dolmas (grapes leaves surrounding a filling), soup, salad, AND baklava. That’s what, 3-4 courses? Definitely 3 with appetizer, main course, and dessert.
Finally, it’s next to food/restaurants that Taed considers MUCH yummier (Chinese). His going there was definitely a trip. He could have just bought himself something at the Chinese place, and figured I’d make do. My honey went out of the way for me. That, my friends, is love.
Or a sure sign of divorce. What if he’s lulling me into a false sense of security? WAIT! What if he thinks I’m going to die, and is using my good words to set him up with his next wife? Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you. ARGH. 8)