Waiting at the pickup counter for my lunch order. The woman behind the counter looks at me and says, “Are you Nick?”
“No, I’m Michael,”
“Oh. Well, the guy who gave me this order said it was for Nick, but he pointed at you.”
“Well, what’s Nick having?”
She reads the order. It matches my order.
“I can be Nick,” I say.
I’m not sure whose sandwich I ate today, but it was quite tasty.