He and She were eating dinner at their favorite burger shack, a place on the lagoon that is the central feature of the Hawai‘i Kai community. On the other side of the restaurant’s tiki torches, there was a dock with several small boats.

The name on one of the boats caught his attention, but he couldn’t read it from where he was sitting, so he asked her to read it for him.

She: “Submariner.”

He: “Hmph. Boat doesn’t look much like a submarine to me.”

She: “No it doesn’t. Of course, the owner could be a sandwich maker.”

He: “I suppose. But why would he, or she, wish to be?”

She: “Well, why not?“

He: “Have you ever tried to eat a submarine sandwich? Way soggy. Way too much salt. And you have to be real careful when you go to take a bite, or you’ll get way more than you bargained for.”

She: “Kinda limits your options when you chomp into a hot pepper, too, doesn’t it? Don’t breathe in …”

He: “Yeah. You go try eat a sub sandwich, you gotta be a real hero.”

She: “Oh, marvelous.”

He: “Are you accusing me of having pointy ears?”

She: “No. A pointy head.”

  - O Ceallaigh
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