Up and Out

Happy Monday everyone!

My third eldest sister, from here on out shall be known as HTML, dropped by the parents' house this weekend. However, she was asleep five to six of those twelve hours that she stayed. Nevertheless, she treated Mom, Dad, and me out to lunch on Saturday as an early birthday celebration for Mom before she turned tail and fled from the heat. Anyways, HTML and her eccentricities is a story for another day. What I wanted to memorialize on this post is the fact that Mom actually ate the food at the restaurant we went to.

You see, the last few times any one of us took Mom out to eat, she barely touched the food. Instead of eating and appreciating the fact that she didn't have to cook, Mom decided to people watch, gossip about the other customers dining in, fuss over some non-immediate family members and making sure they ate and enjoyed the food, and when she remembered why she was here, nibble at a few select dishes because the others didn't suit her taste. It annoyed me to no end each time I witnessed her do either of these things. If she didn't want to eat a particular type of food or at a particular place she should've at least told us so that we could've chosen somewhere or something else that she preferred.

But no, Mom has to be her "I don't care, choose whatever", lying "I'm not picky, I'll eat anything" self. All I have to say to Mom is, "Oh please, save it for someone that hasn't lived under your roof for most of her life." The fact of the matter is that if someone is treating you out to eat, especially if they're family, you should let them know your preferences. The one treating wants the person they're treating to enjoy the food, not see him/her move it around on their dish to make it look like he/she ate it. The action is not tactful by itself and especially so when combined with disinterested conduct. I don't know about anyone else, but it makes me feel less inclined to treat someone out again if that's the type of nonverbal feedback I get for my effort.

So, in conclusion all I have to say is, "THANK YOU MOM, FOR EATING!"

That's all I have to rant about today since I need to get out and get some stuff done. I will leave you here to amuse yourself with Samuel L. Jackson's reading of Go the F to Sleep by Adam Mansbach.

Warning, not suitable for younger children or adults that abhor profanity in any way, shape, or form. If this doesn't describe you, then please go on and enjoy.