Our Sunday nights are usually pretty quiet.  Last night was no exception.  We ate pretty heavily all weekend so we decided to take it easy and pick up some Potbelly sandwiches on the way over to Sandra’s house.  As we pulled into our parking space, a young couple was walking towards their car, saw us, and started mouthing something to us.  I’m a terrible lip reader (which is why I was even more impressed by Ethan Hunt in MI:3) and my confused face prompted the guy to slowly mouth “it’s closed” in a comically exaggerated way.  My mouth dropped open and the husband dramatically dragged his thumb across his throat in a throat-slitting motion (one of his all-time favorite gestures) and the guy laughed.  I rolled down the window and said, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, they close at eight o’clock.  Who closes at eight o’clock on a Sunday?”

I looked over at the clock on the dashboard– it was eight thirty-two.  “Well, that’s ridiculous.”

Without missing a beat, he replied, “It’s redonkulous.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond.  He got into his car and they drove away.

Two things.

First of all, Potbelly’s of Uptown Park, you’ve got to change your hours of operation.  Sunday night is detox night for most people.  People want something tasty but healthy, quick and cheap.  You fit that description!  Take advantage of it.  Most people eat lunch late on Sunday and that also means they’ll eat dinner late.  Extend your hours!  Make more money!

Second of all, please don’t use redonkulous in a conversation with me.