Last week Linda and I went to Subway. "What would you like?" asked the young man behind the counter?
"A tuna sub on honey oat bread."
"What would you like on it?"
"Swiss cheese, onions, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, extra hot peppers, oil and vinegar."
He then asked me, "Do you know who you sound like?"
"No."
"Chuck Norris."
I thought, to this kid I sound like Chuck Norris. I felt a warm feeling inside. I felt bigger, taller, stronger, more dangerous, more capable. And the only words I said were the ingredients of a sandwich.
Since then I've talked out loud while driving alone, just listening to the sound of my voice. A few times I've thought, "I do sound like Chuck Norris." I speak, and my enemies tremble.