My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Today, I would like to share an out-and-out vent about one
of my pet peeves.
Actually, it’s probably less of a pet peeve and more of
a prehistoric DNA gene that goes back to when caveman had to hunt and protect their
food.
Allow me start off by expressing that I’m one of those
people who when I order something to eat in restaurant, it’s MINE. Meaning, I
don’t like sharing my food with other people at the table.
I wouldn’t share my food with even Barbra Streisand if
she were sitting across a booth at Denny’s having dinner with me while singing,
“People.”
Okay, I lie. Barbra Streisand, yes. But anyone else, no.
You see, I have no problem eating dinner with a group
of people; however I don’t want them eating MY dinner.
One, I’m usually starved when I eat; therefore I want every
single morsel of food on my plate.
Two, I don’t fancy someone having their fork (which was IN THEIR MOUTH), or their fingers (which just came
off from SCRATCHING THEIR NOSE) pokin' around in my food.
And just for the record, I also don’t fancy other
people sample-sipping whatever I’m drinking either.
I can’t stand going out to eat with people who think
that dinner at a restaurant is some free-for-all-taste-what-everyone-else-is-eating-event.
And I’m sure you all know who I’m referring to, right?
Those ANNOYING noodgie people who flitter around the
table like Tinkerbell, with their fork hovering over everyone’s plate; curiously
inquiring, “Ooooo….can I have a taste of what you’re eating? That looks good, I
should have ordered it.”
Whereupon, I have no trouble saying…..” No! And get
your FRIGGIN-ASS fork away from my food!!”
OMG…that pisses me off to no end!
It’s food rape.
This especially seems to happen whenever you’re eating
Mexican food because some people like to take their nacho chips and dip them
into YOUR guacamole. It also seems to happen whenever you’re eating a burger
and fries because there will inevitably be someone at the table who is on a
diet, but thinks nothing of grabbing two of your French fries and dipping them into
your ketchup - even though they just consumed 40 points on Weight Watchers.
Look, I have a strict protocol when I eat with a group
of people.
My plate is my own personal
space, so DON’T touch it.
Or you know what?
Have a FLAWLESS weekend everyone!
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