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.
I hate pickles so much and this story is the opposite of yours. My family knows I can't stand pickles so every time I go out with one of them (esp. one brother in particular) they always make a habit of putting their pickle on my plate and then laughing at me. I totally get where you're coming from, though. I take my food very seriously. To quote one of the greatest movies ever, my relationship with eating is both "sexual and violent."
ReplyDeleteTell your family to put them on my pickle-less plate.
DeleteEw girl. You can have all of my pickles. I think they are super gross.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I will take all of your pickles! :)
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