She has this idea that eating an entire cheesesteak sando and french fries in the middle of the day is somehow not conducive to a productive afternoon. So why not split?
I tend to agree -- right up until the point when I finish my half of the cheesesteak and want nothing more than to stab her with a particularly crisp french fry until she relinquishes the second half of the sandwich.
Instead I just sulk. The question is: What establishment's cheesesteak left me sulking today?