Me: Do you want to have lunch with me at Garden of Eaten (a salad bar restaurant).
Bill: Sure, but by "Garden of Eaten" you mean "Grand International Buffet," right. (Yeah, the buffet with all the deep fried stuff that I can't resist.)
Me: No, I mean let's have salad.
Bill: What? We haven't pigged out in a week.
Me: (incredulously) Uh, we haven't stopped pigging out in more than a week.
Bill: Then it's settled, I meet you at Grand International Buffet at 11.
It's hard to argue with that a man of no logic.