Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Just One

There are these little parts of life that irritate us. They are not really much of anything, but still they irritate us. You wouldn't write your congressman or anything like that. But still they kind of get under your skin.

I eat out a lot. It's just me and my dog and she's kind of a home body anyway. So I end up eating out alone. When I go into a restaurant and the hosts comes up, menu in hand, and says"just One". I get this feeling. I'm sure you know the feeling.  Chalk searching across a chalk board. Or someone clamping down on a fork with there teeth and pulling it out of their mouth. It just irradiates me.

I feel like saying "what; one is not enough". Or maybe, yes I have friends and family, but they are busy and I was hungry. Some times I deflect my irritation by responding "yes but I eat like two" Being that I am 6'5 and about 280 this is not so unbelievable.

I not going to go postal or anything, but still it just rubs me the wrong way.