Seasoned With Laughter

(I’m known as the picky eater in my friend group. I never get anything on my sandwiches, no seasoning or anything. On this occasion, I go to get a sandwich from a restaurant where my friend works.)

Friend: *quietly* “I need to tell you something, but I need to wait for the other customers to leave.”

Me: “Okay…?”

(I’m very confused as to what he’s talking about. The other customers leave and his manager walks into the back room.)

Friend: *shouting* “F*** YOU, YOU’RE GETTING ITALIAN SEASONING!”

(It took me a few minutes to stop laughing and actually get my sandwich made.)