Years ago, I had a co-worker named Martin at the grocery store. I'm 5'10 ish, he was closer to 6'3". Back then, dress code at the store was black dress pants, white dress shirt, black tie, black shoes.....

He and I went for lunch one day and just before getting out of the car, he hands me a pair of sunglasses. As we walk in to this little sandwich place, the waitress sees us at the door and of course asks "For two?"

Martin goes: "We're on a mission..... from God."

I lost it. I hadn't put two and two together yet. But then it hit me. I knew him and I were friends for a reason.