Where Should We Eat?
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“So, where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know.”
Sigh. “If you don’t tell me where you want to go, I’m going to decide for us.”
“I don’t really care.”
“You say that, but if I take us somewhere you don’t want, you’ll get upset and say I never listen to you.”
“That’s because you always want to go out for pizza.”
“Yes. You’re right. I do. Pizza is good.”
“Well, I just get tired of eating pizza all the time.”
“We don’t eat it all the time! I don’t think we’ve had it in over a week.”
“We eat it every time we go out.”
“All right, fine. Maybe you should just list what you don’t? want.”
“Why do you always have to act like this?”
“Act like what? I’m trying to get you to make a decision?”
Scowl.
“Look, you can be quiet if you want to, but if you don’t speak up, I’m going to drive to a pizza place.”
“No pizza.”
“What about Indian? Russian? Ethiopian? Peruvian?”
“No.”
“Vietnamese? Chinese? Thai?”
“I don’t like Thai.”
“OK, so no to all of those, too. Have you narrowed it down to a nationality you do want?”
“I don’t know. American.”
“OK. So, that means, what? Burgers, BBQ, fried chicken, hot dogs, pizza…”
“I said no pizza. And that’s not American.”
“It was invented in America. And I’m just making a list. What else? Country cooking, sandwiches, buffets, New York strip steak…”
“Maybe… seafood.”
“Seafood? All right. Which restaurant?”
“I don’t know… what sounds good?”
“Well, I don’t like seafood that much, so you tell me.”
“I don’t know. You pick.”
“You’re being deliberately difficult, aren’t you? How about Red Lobster?”
“We just went there last month.”
“Well, where else do you go for seafood around here? We don’t have a lot of choices. Long John Silver’s?”
“No fast food. It’s too greasy.”
“So… Red Lobster, then.”
“No.”
“Should I drive us to a stream and catch the fish myself?”
“I want shrimp.”
“OK. Shrimp. Red Lobster specializes in shrimp. Somestimes, I think they should change their name to reflect it.”
“Maybe a shrimp… chimichanga.”
“Chimichanga? That’s Mexican food. I thought you said you wanted American.”
“That is American. Mexico’s in America.”
“All right, fine. So, Mexican food, then. Which one?”
“I don’t know…”
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January 11, 2010 1:19 am
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By Collin Voyles, January 11, 2010 @ 7:57 am
Gah, these last two are extremely close to home. I don’t understand why people believe that once someone starts working at a store that they no longer become people. I also hate it when people say that they don’t care about something and that you should pick, but get pissed off anyway. Stupid passive-aggressive BS.