Tonight after Church as Justin and I were lingering in the lobby, intermittently talking with friends, he pulled out his pack of gum. In the act of grabbing one piece, he inadvertently pulled out a second which promptly fell to our feet. We looked at each other for a brief moment and then he pointed to the ground saying in a perfect texas accent:

Hey. Ya-wan-thaaat?

I declined.

Just another reason I love my friends.