Enjoying a lovely morning with my wife, we headed to a cafeteria type lunch spot (it was really much tastier and classy than my scaled down description indicates).

In order to score a seat, I gave my wife my sandwich order and plunked myself down at an empty table.  Given the close seating arrangement of the restaurant, I had a hard time not overhearing our neighbor’s banter.

“I believe in reincarnation.  My soul will depart this body and wait for another one to return.”

Yikes, that’s deep.  I was not experiencing deep thoughts of that sort.  More like, “Boy, I cannot wait to eat my Reuben sandwich.”

Come to think of it, if I return to Earth as a sandwich, I’d like to be a Reuben.  There, deep enough thought for you?  Certainly, tasty enough.  No debating that.