Manager: Hi folks, I'm afraid all we've got left is wheat bread.
Me: Wow, really?
Manager: Yeah, we just got slammed and are trying to catch back up.
(this is backed up by the large stack of trays containing uncooked bread)
We have enough bread for one sandwich.
Me: Oh. Okay, well, in that case... (scanning the menu board) I'll have an Italian Club.
Manager: Would you like it on wheat?