One of our most favorite “I don’t feel like cooking, why don’t you pick up some food on your way home” restaurants is Panda Express. We usually order pretty much the same thing. Andrea requests either steamed rice or half steamed rice/half chow mein along with two helpings of mandarin chicken without the sauce. I usually get fried rice, an entree that has some vegetables in it and my mandatory order of orange chicken. Andrea always, without fail, asks for a “little nibble” of my orange chicken (she does that with french fries too, but that’s another story). Of course, I always protest but give in.

Last night, Andrea changed up on me and requested orange chicken along with her mandarin chicken. After the lady loaded up my styrofoam take-home box with my requested items, she then put the biggest two scoops of orange chicken I have ever seen into my wife’s (the one who NEVER orders orange chicken) styrofoam box.

As I got home I told Andrea of my amazement at how much orange chicken she received in her box. As we proceeded to eat, I leaned over for my “little nibble.”

She complained.