Showing posts with label hooters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hooters. Show all posts

Monday, February 15, 2010

Grilled Chicken...Hold The Cleavage!

They say that the number one issue couples fight about is money. Yes, I can imagine that’s true in most relationships. Not mine. What do we fight about? Where we’re going to eat. Here is a typical dialog:

Him: Should we go get something to eat?

Me: Sure!

Him: Where would you like to go?

Me: I don’t care.

We have had this exact conversation so many times, we could just hold up flash cards.

Him: Pick a place…I don’t want to drive around.

Me: I’ll eat anywhere.

This is where he pulls out his trump card.

Him: Fine, then we’ll go to Hooters.

I play along. I know he’s bluffing.

Me: I don’t want to go to Hooters!

Him: You said you didn’t care where we eat, so we’re going to Hooters.

Me: They don’t even have good food.

Him: I know.

Me: Okay, how about Chinese?

Him: I had Chinese for lunch yesterday.

Me: See! I made a suggestion and you shot it down.

I’m in full sulk-mode now.

Him: Make another one.

Me: No, I don’t want to.

He tries another tactic.

Him: Fine, we’ll stay home and I’ll make myself a bologna sandwich.

Ha! This is really feeble. We don’t even eat bologna.

Me: Okay, I’ll come up with three places and you can choose one of them. The first one is….

Him: Wait, I know where we should go!

Me: (silence)

A therapist would probably say that we aren’t really fighting about where to eat just as money fights are not about money. I don’t really care. We have been doing this dance for years…and I’m sure if I mentioned finding something else to fight about, his first words would be “Fine, pick something.”