Mark and I Have a Lot in Common

Two guys walk past the front desk on their way upstairs. 

I overhear one of them say, "With like, some pickles," and my ears perk up.  I am hungry right now, and I love pickles. 

I listen with interest as he continues: "And like, a really good pepper on the side.  Like a roasted pepper.  That would be so good." 

The other guy agrees, a little uncomfortably.

Halfway up the stairs the guy who is craving pickles and peppers says, "I'm Mark, by the way," and the two men shake hands.

I laugh quietly to myself.  Dammit, I'm going to miss this job.