Well Done

After attending a lovely wedding of a friend and his beautiful best friend, I took Amber out for supper. We had steak and as usual I ordered mine cooked medium and Amber ordered her's well done. As we sat there waiting, I got to thinking (no, it didn't hurt!). Every time we have steak I have to wait ten extra minutes for Amber's steak to cook to well done. That means, the last one hundred times Amber and I have had steak, I have waited a total of about seventeen hours longer than I would if she would eat her steak medium like me. I told Amber about my thoughts and findings and her response was, "So?"