We don’t care to walk.
I met up with my girlfriend during my lunch break, but she had already purchased our meals. If you have not noticed, I am very particular with what I eat. She knows this. And when I sit down the first thing she says is that “they put sour cream on your burrito.” My immediate knee jerk reaction is “you are so bad at living,” “who raised you?” and “what’s the point of ordering for me if you’re going to get it wrong?” Obviously nearly everything I say is half satire. But some people can’t pick that up and then I wonder why they talk to me because if you don’t realize that then I am probably a very offensive person to you. Anyways, of course immediately after that ten second rant, I thanked her for her kind gesture.
I asked her why my order was wrong. And she said that they got it wrong. I said you can’t just blame them, you’re the one giving the order. She said that she said “no sour cream” but they didn’t listen. I asked her how she knew that they didn’t listen if my burrito was unopened. She said that on the receipt it didn’t say no sour cream. I said that part of ordering correctly is making sure that what you say is correctly relayed to the receiving party and to double check your receipt. She disagreed and said that her definition of ordering correctly is seeing that somebody got your order wrong and doing absolutely nothing about it.
Then I noticed that she stopped talking. So I sat there wondering how long it would take her to talk. She spent at least the next ten minutes staring at the tv on the wall. It’s great to see my girlfriend, but at the same time it’s disappointing to realize that if I am not the one starting the conversation and keeping the conversation going, that absolutely no conversation is going to occur. Eventually, I gave up on the prospect of her breaking her silence so I said “you are so boring.”
She said that I am mean for insulting her and that the proper way to handle this situation would have been to thank her and graciously eat this food that is comparable to poison. That’s exactly what I did ten minutes ago. I didn’t need her to tell me that. She’s just mad that I told her that it was dumb for her to sit there with the wrong order and do nothing about it. It must be so hard to deal with me because I am particular about everything. I still think I am right about this. Don’t order somebody else’s meal for them if you’re going to get it wrong. Ok, thanks.
