Complimentary Angles

Complimentary angles. That's what Dave and I must be. He likes diet pepsi and I like diet coke. He likes the white meat, I like the dark. When we order salads, he grabs any onion on mine, I grab the croutons from his. He is thinking of something and then I am asking him a question about that same thing. (He will laugh at me and yell "Stop doing that!") I forget something at home, he goes back to get it for me =)

I can slice nice thin pieces of tomato, he can fry the bacon.

Together we make a right angle.