hold the reason
Beatrix Kiddo: Incubus, I’m going downstairs for lunch. Do you want anything?
Incubus: What do they have?
BK: Same as always (This guy has to smoke pot, how else do you explain his crappy memory? He ate there yesterday!). Here’s the menu (for the umpteenth time)…Â
I: Ugh, I just don’t know (Why do we bother with this exercise? It will end up inevitably on the spinach salad with Italian dressing)Â
BK: Well, how about your usual? The spinach salad with Italian dressing
I: Nah, I’m on a diet (This guy is like a chick; and please explain to me how salads and diets don’t go together anymore)
BK: OK. How about the tuna sandwich?
I: I don’t like tuna
BK: What about the grilled chicken sauteed in white wine with artichoke hearts?
I: I don’t feel like chicken (Geez, there’s just not pleasing this guy, is there?)
By now, I’m totally annoyed and pissed that there’s going to be a huge line at the restaurant. I think of offering him a sandwich of arrogance with a side of irritation but bite my tongue.
BK: Perhaps the steak?
I: I don’t eat meat
It’s like talking to a five year old. What’s next? I feed you with the airplane-spoon?
I: Hmmm…the pasta with olive oil and garlic shrimp looks nice (Uh? I thought there was a diet being spoken of?)
BK: OK
I: Oh and I’ll take that with no pasta
BK: Pardon?
I: Get the dish with all the seasonings but without the pasta, you know for the diet…
BK: In that case, isn’t easier to order the shrimp kebobs?
I: OK, but without the stick thingies
BK: Shall I have them hold the shrimps too?
I: Huh?
BK: Nothing
