"Sprats brats!"

  "Is it the money 'cuz I could buy you lunch." 

  "Toast, tomato, avacado and sprouts.  I actually bring them the stuff from the Farmer's Market." 

  "And they sell it to you?" 

  "Hmmm-hmmm, but by the third bite I need this," she took a packet of mayo out of a skirt pocket. 

  "Where'd you get that?" 

  "Seven tenths of a mile, that way," the sandwich and the man's nose almost collided.  "Convenience store."