Annoyed and Hungry

Eating a meal should never, ever be complicated.

I spoke with Paul (not dating!) last night, and I suggested breakfast when I got off work because I was a tard and forgot to bring a lunch. Not that I could have eaten a lunch if I wanted to. I was busy all night. I busted a patient eating Fig Newtons when he should have not been eating anything at all in prep for a test. Honestly, if you are going to be a rebel and buck the medical system, can't you think of something better than a Fig Newton??

At any rate, Paul said "call me in the morning and we'll see..." So, after I was finished with report, I called. He suggested lunch instead. Okay...at least I can go home and take a nap first.

So, I go home, cart heavy bags of mulched leaves to the curb and then fall into bed. I wake up an hour after my alarm is supposed to go off (for some reason, it doesn't). I call Paul and leave a message. He calls back a little later, already out and about running errands. "How about dinner instead?"

Paul: I have a hankering for Mexican. Know any?

Me: I'm sure I can drive around and find one mowing a lawn or something.

Paul: Very funny. What's a good place?

Me: I'm only familiar with what's around work and what's north of the river. Where are you at?

Paul: 119th street

Me: I don't know any Mexican restaurants there.

Silence ensues as dinner is pondered.

Me: Well?

Paul: I'm still here.

Me: Did you decide?

Paul: No... What about Chili's?

Me: (thinking about all that grease) No...I'm not feeling Chili's...What happened to Mexican? Why not Salty Iguana?

More silence...

Me: Hello??

Paul: I'm still here.

Me: Have you decided??

Paul: Not really. I'm hungry.

Me: What are you doing?

Paul: Just driving...

Me: What about Houlihans?

Paul: That's an option...

Me: Where are you at?

Paul: Closer to 135th

Me: WHAAAT! You're driving AWAY?

Paul: Uh-huh.

Me: The further you drive means more time I have to drive to get there AND I have to drive on 435 through evening traffic. AND my hair is still wet.

Paul: There's On The Border.

Me: I hate On The Border. They put onions in everything.

Paul: You're picky.

Me: And you're indecisive. Just pick a place! What happened to Houlihans??

Paul: Dunno. Maybe I should stop at a drive-thru. I'm hungry and I don't want to wait.

Me: Do you want to just go home?

Paul: I don't want you to drive in all that traffic.

Me: (clearly annoyed) Just say you don't want to have dinner, and don't feed me any lines.

Paul: There's a lot of traffic...

Me: Grrrr.

Paul: How about a rain check?

Me: If you're lucky...

So, it is finalized that the meal that has been in the planning stages all day has been cancelled due to an impasse. I'm pretty cranky because I haven't eaten since yesterday (unless you count a Rice Crispy treat another nurse brought in).

Some hours later, and I am still fuming.

I'm going to go have an egg sandwich.