Worth It
I had just moved back to my hometown after being gone several years for university and reconnected with my friend that I’ve always had a thing for. Confessions are made and we arrange a date. Anyhow, he wants to go to this steak house that’s pretty good. Awesome, right? No. Turns out he’s now a vegetarian and tells me they have the best veggie burgers at this STEAK house!
Now I’m all for eating vegetarian, but a vegetarian choosing a steak house? Come on, man. Then it got worse. He goes on to attack our waitress with some childish fit saying: “It better not even touch other meat, or I’ll complain to your manager!” I’m embarrassed. So, when this poor waitress feebly asks what I want for dinner, I look my date in the eye and say: “Ribeye. And do it so rare it hits the table mooing.”
I ate every bite of that bloody steak while he scowled at me the whole time. It made me so sick the next day too. Worth it? Absolutely.