The Hypothetical Chicken Sandwich: a conversation.
Scene: A popular restaurant where I frequently have lunch.
(I am looking at the menu, and I realize much to my dismay that the restaurant no longer offers the version of chicken sandwich that I love.)
Me: (dismayed at the lack of my favorite chicken sandwich.)
L: But look! There’s a new version of your chicken sandwich.
Me: I don’t want to try that new sandwich. What if… I hate it?
L: Well. Have you ever considered what if… you love it?
<trolls>Oh no…you just might! <trolls>
So. I suggest that you try that sandwich.
Me: I might.
L: You should. *grins*
Me: (orders the sandwich)
Me: OK. I think…I think I love it.
L: *eyeroll* This is… My not-surprised face.
Me: Hopefully, in my next life, I’ll be more easygoing and cheerful.
L: Tell Me why you couldn’t be more easygoing and cheerful in this life.
Me: It’s too late.
L: It’s never too late to decide to be happy.
So, this seems to have become a thing.
‘Hypothetical chicken sandwich’ seems to be our conversational shorthand for a moment when I refuse to adapt or choose to fight an inevitable change: