Corn.

Not sure if this will translate in written form, but I'm always up for a writing challenge...

Recently we were out to eat and Lauren ordered corn as a side. Each entree and side arrived on its own plate at this restaurant. The waiter announced each dish as he placed it on the table. "Ribeye with such-and-so sauce... cowboy filet with some-sorta tasty rub... cinnamon sweet potato a la somethin'-or-other... etc."

The last was Lauren's corn and he set it down, saying, "Corn." Then, in perfect unison and completely randomly, she and I both said in exactly the same bellowing monotone... "Corn."

Oh man. We laughed forever about it. Heck we laughed about it again last night. Talk about being on the same obscure wavelength!