Day 241: Boston Market deliberations

After a long day at work getting ready for a trip of work and fun in Vegas I found myself at Boston Market hoping to grab something for dinner.

I knew I should have gone to the drive through, but today I decided to go inside because I wanted to get a better look at the menu and not hold up any cars that might be behind me.

Well that may be the last time I ever do that. Who the heck cares about the cars behind me anyway? Sometimes I think I'm too considerate of other people, so much so that I put myself out because I'm more worried about them than I am myself.

That's excatly what happened today. When I walked inside a family of four was ordering. I took a glance at the menu and figured out what I wanted to eat, and then sat back waiting for them to finish.

They ordered as any normal family would, taking care to ask all the questions and make sure they were getting a good deal. I completely get that, times are tight, you need to make sure you're not missing out on any special desserts of the month or something.

But when they started with the drink order, I just about lost it. I have never seen a group of people take so long to decide on what they were having to drink.

Do you want a soda? Or are you going to drink water?
I don't know... how much is the soda?
$1.89...
How much is in that soda?
24 ounces
Ok... how much is in that one?
$1.99
Oh... ok... how much was the other one again?
$1.89
And how much was in it?
24 ounces
Do you guys want soda?

It was like a jury of 12 trying to determine OJ Simpson's guilt or innocence.

I was ready to choke someone!! It's a freakin' soda! Either you want it or you don't. It's not that hard! If you can't afford the dime difference perhaps maybe you shouldn't be going out to dinner at all.

How does it take that long to figure out whether you want a soda or not?

I suppose the better question is... what was a single woman in her 30's doing at Boston Market on a Friday night?

Maybe that's why I was so irritated, well that and I've felt like crap all week and I've been working like a dog trying to get everything ready so I can go to Vegas for more work.

Later that night I got a call from the BFF. She wanted to know what I was doing tomorrow night because her boyfriend has someone he wanted to set me up with.

I said ok because, well for one thing I wasn't doing anything else and you never know. Prince Charming is coming any day now and he's not going to knock on my door.

Meanwhile I stopped taking my meth cold medicine, I'm trying to ween myself off of it and maybe it's a good thing because I think I'm going through withdrawls.

I had a headache and I was starting to feel funny. I know I'm not dehydrated, because I've been putting away the water like a camel this past week. It's off to bed to try to sleep it off.