I judge you and your fries. Current mood: overinflated Category: overinflated Blogging
So John and I went to Rojo today for lunch and it was nice. I got a taco salad, and he got a quesadilla. It was fun. It felt young, and whimsical. We were sitting at the bar, 'cause my husband knows everyone in town, and the bar is a better vantage point.
As he was talking to a few people that we ran into I looked down at the table next to us. Being at the bar I could see all the food on this neighboring table. There was a man and three women there, obviously on a lunch break from work. He had ordered a burger with fries, and I was appalled at his plate. He had drizzled ketchup over the top of his entire order of fries. I actually associate this with childhood and I believe it shows the presence of an inability to make a proper transition into adulthood. Doesn't he know that the dip method is far less messy. It allows a controlled environment for ketchup delivery via fry. It reduces ketchup to hand contact, which is dangerous to all pressed white shirts everywhere.
I found myself judging him, as if his mistake had been a fashion faux pas as well. He might as well have been wearing shoulder pads, jams, or stirrup pants. This was when he looked up. He caught my look of disappointment. It was probably mixed with a partial scowl. It made me sad, for him and the women forced to be seen with him. He wiped his hand on his already dirty napkin. I looked away and shook my head.
This is the only good excuse to drizzle.
or... I guess if you're Matt LeBlanc
I have to go. I am Tivo-ing Twin Peaks and it is totally inappropriate for my 4 year old.
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