On our way to donate blood Nick gets a call from his cousin regarding dinner plans. He says we are having sloppy joes and asks Nick to bring a side.
Time out.
The last time I had a sloppy joe was in middle school. I took one bite and almost barfed all over our kitchen table. Now, my mom is a fantastic cook. Like, really great. But I am sorry - the chunky, meaty, ketchup-y, soggy texture of the sloppy part between two pieces of bread...I can't handle it. It is like spaghetti sauce on toast. SICKKKKKKKKKKKK.
Nick gets weird because he knows I hate sloppy joes and seriously says - "Oh man sounds great to me. I love sloppy joes but Ashley...uhhh (nervous pause and chuckle)...ha ha...she hates sloppy joes."
I look over at him flaming mad - "Why would you say that??" I am trying to mouth to him - "No, tell them I had a late lunch...NoooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO."
Isn't that the jerkiest thing ever...if someone I was inviting to dinner told me that his or her spouse hated what I was making, I would feel horrible, one. Be super offended, two and think - what a flaming diva!
So from Zips parking lot (our side: 3 tubs of fries and 10 tarter sauces) I am figuring out how to make all of this right and how to not want to vigorously wash Nick's mouth out with soap.
We arrive, eat a wonderful dinner - one in which I serve myself some sloppy joe, thank you very much. I don't even think anyone noticed me getting "seconds" to clear my plate...besides Nick. The company was amazing. Bottom line, we had a great time but last night's "incident" might have gone down as the rudest thing Nick has ever done.
PS: Nick apologized up and down and we laughed about it later after an incident occurred in which he says was the rudest thing I have ever done...wow, we are something else.
PPS: I just read Nick this blog post and he goes, "What did you do that was rude?" I said, "I went to try and find the dog tags after you lost them." "Yeah, that was rude."
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