Don't Mess With My Food

There are a few things that people do at the table that completely irk me.

The first is to say something negative about my food. I'm the one eating it, not you, so if you don't like the way it looks, turn your head and don't try it. If I want to eat broccoli and cheese casserole and stray away from the standard hamburger, that's my issue not yours. Plus, you are basically saying I have bad taste.

The next is people keeping me from my food. This can include asking too many questions about an entree and thus keeping the server from delivering the order to the kitchen. If you don't know what you want, set the server free and summon her/him again when you do know. It can also include making me get up and make Kool-Aid for everyone else. Or perhaps, there are no tortillas with which to eat my meal because someone forgot to pick some up at Fiesta.

The third is getting my order wrong. If I asked for chicken it's because I liked chicken, not steak. Once I make up my mind about what I want, I really want it and get super excited about it. So, if it is not delivered, I get very irritated. Then, I have to wait for them to fix it which goes right along with people keeping me from getting my food.

Number four is when people get really picky and don't want to order anything at a restaurant. I hate eating with a picky person. Not someone who asks the server to hold the almonds, but someone who just can't find anything to eat in a menu with 100 items on it. I don't know why it irks me, but it does.

Lastly, I don't like it when children eat off my plate. I don't mind sharing my chicken fingers with a 2 year old, but he better get a plate so I can give him some. It's just that their fingers get so slobbery and they are so clumsy when they grab things since they haven't developed precision yet. In the end it looks like they are leaving slobber all over my food. I just think saliva is so disgusting once it has exited the mouth. One time my little cousin was drinking water and she started to drool into the cup to the point where it was completely cloudy. Then she drank her own spit water. I almost threw up. The kid was 2 or 3, and she didn't really know it was disgusting, but I sure did. Yuck!!

Independent Woman

What makes a woman Independent?

Does a woman have to pay for everything that she gets, from her designer sunglasses to her side of vegetables in order to be considered independent?

Does she have to do all her own work all the time? Or can she delegate some of it? Could I do the research and tell my assistant to type it up?

Does she have to pay for everyting cash? Is a person still independent if she depends on her well earned scholarships to pay for tuition?

Is an independent woman allowed to take financial gifts from her mother? If my mom cut me off, all my extra spending money would have to go to paying actual bills and I would no longer get to go out to eat or to the club.

Speaking of the club, if a guy buys you drinks at a club, or pays your cover, are you less independent? No one pays for a guy's cover. . . . Of course, there is that pay gap, but that's a different story.

Should a woman be judged negatively because her whole wardrobe was paid for by her generous boyfriend. Should a woman be judged negatively if her chief persuasion tool is to open her wide eyes and say "pleeeeeease," in a voice so cute and childish that it almost makes you want to cry out of embarassment for her.

Or should a woman be given props because she knows how to use those charms.

Is a woman required to mow her own lawn and not let her good friend from accross the street clean her rain gutters?

Where do simple favors end? Where does dependence begin?