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We always had a problem with going to dinner. If I picked, she wouldn't be happy. If I let her pick, she couldn't decide. We finally agreed that whoever was driving picked, but it never solved the problems.
One night, she drove us up and down a restaurant row, asking me if such-and-such was ok with me. I said, "Sure." to whatever place she said, then she'd drive right by. "I said X was fine." Silence. Repeat. Finally, I was able to discover her reason for not stopping: "Sure" doesn't mean the same thing as "Yes". After consulting a dictionary later, she assured me that she was right, since my usage of 'sure' in this manner is considered informal. Another night, I take her out to dinner. After we get seated, I ask her what's wrong, pretty sure she's not happy with my choice. "I went to Luigi's for lunch--I can't believe you'd make me eat Italian again for dinner. You always make me do what you want, etc." She never told me about her lunch, so when she gets done I ask her what she had at the other place. "Nothing, I already ate before we went to lunch. I just went cuz so-and-so wanted me to go with her." I laugh and get the evil eye and then more about my callous and uncaring nature. I suggest we can go to somewhere else. She says, "You wanted to eat here. We already started eating the bread (as she grabs the first piece). It is not fair to the staff. I don't want to wait forever somewhere else." "It is a weekday, we'll get seated..." I start, but then realize, "you've already decided on something, haven't you?" "I love the eggplant here..." |
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