I got a text from my wife near the end of my work day, "H & I will be in Factoria. Meet for dinner?"
"Sure! Anywhere but RR. I h8 that place and we've been there 5 times recently."
"We r going to RR. See you at home"
And that was it. I was rejected callously for refusing to go to a shitty burger chain. The Lebanese grill's take-aways know how to make me feel better.
My opinion is important. I like to burn books, assassinate journalists and write slander.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
On my own for dinner
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment