You know what's not fair? When you go out to eat and you get a sandwich or a burger and when your food arrives your boyfriend gets a pickle but you do not. I mean what the heck? I enjoy that pickle and lately every restaurant I go to steals that joy from me.
Derek thinks this is hilarious while I'm sitting here pickle deprived. He always gets his pickle. I'm starting to think this is a conspiracy. A pickle conspiracy!
The next time I don't get a pickle with my meal when it's suppose to have a pickle I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to say "waitress/waiter. I do believe my plate is missing a pickle." Or I'm stealing Derek's, but only if he laughs at my pickle-less plate.
Oh yea, I think there was an election of some sort but I've been distracted by not having a pickle. I have priorities.