Pastrami Sandwich
Starsky's stomach rumbled and he started looking around for somewhere to get something to eat. Up ahead, he saw the sign for a take-out place and his eyes lit up. He pulled the car over and opened the door. Hutch looked enquiringly at him.
"I'm in need of a hot pastrami sandwich," Starsky declared. "You want anything?"
Hutch grimaced then said, "Not one of those. Surprise me."
Starsky leapt out of the car and started walking away. Hutch instantly regretted his choice of words and shouted after him, "Don't surprise me. No surprises! You hear me?"
Knowing Hutch couldn't see his face, Starsky rolled his eyes but waved a hand to show he'd heard his partner. Under his breath, he muttered, "Who asks not to be surprised?"
At the window, Starsky looked over the options. Everything looked spicy and wouldn't please his pernickity partner but then he saw the last item on the menu. Perfect. He placed the orders, handed over the money and then waited, hoping that they'd both have time to eat their lunches today.
The sandwiches and two coffees were placed on a cardboard tray and Starsky carried them over to the car. Hutch reached through the windows and took the coffees so Starsky could sit down. Then he swapped a coffee for the bagged sandwich Starsky indicated was his.
Hutch opened the bag and sniffed suspiciously then smiled as he pulled out the turkey and salad sandwich on rye bread.
"How's your non surprise?"
"Great."
"I even asked for extra salad," Starsky said through a mouthful of pastrami.
"I noticed. Thanks."
The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of contented munching.
"We'll have to remember this place," Starsky said.
Hutch agreed. "Next time, I'll surprise you."
"No thanks!"
"Why not?"
"'cause I know the surprise will be extra salad!"