When you don't Know What You Want...to Eat
Posted 09-28-2010 at 09:39 AM by greatercolumbusga
Sometimes you don’t know what you want. You know you want something, but you just don’t know what. So you call a friend. Maybe they will know what they want and you will want the same thing. Then you can meet somewhere and get this thing that they want and, now, you want too because they wanted it.
You call your friend and, say, “You want to get something to eat?”. The next question, “Where do you want to go?” is right on the tip of your tongue when you hear him respond, “That’d be great, but…” and then you want to kick yourself. How could you forget he’s been dating this new love for a couple of weeks and he’s probably got kitty litter duty tonight. He continues …”Denise and I are going shopping…” Shopping? Mike you don’t shop, your mind screams at him. “…at Dick’s Sporting Goods for a new kayak. We’re going down the river this weekend. Sorry man. Maybe next time.” What luck…for him.
You hang up the phone and wander to the frig…mmm…nope you still can’t make a meal out of 2 beers…and couple of raw carrots left over from your last dating experience.
Next you call Stewart. He’s never doing anything. “Stewart, are you hungry? Let’s grab some food.” Stewart’s excited, “Great idea! Where do you want to go?” Awwww man, you think. He does that every time. You wonder if a beer and carrot diet might improve your memory some. Neither of you knows what you want so neither can tell the other what they want. So you agree to a buffet, but what kind? “Hey, I know,” says Stewart, “I’ll call Tony and see if he wants to go.” You know Tony doesn’t eat at buffet restaurants, but agree to wait for Stewart to call you back.
Again to the frig. You pop open a beer and take one of the carrots out of the its bag and look at it. You aren’t that hungry yet. Then you look over at “Brownie” your guinea pig. You’re not that hungry…yet either. You wonder if guinea pigs like carrots. Pigs like carrots and some of the food you buy for him is orange so you place it in cage. Brownie sniffs, squeals, and salivates. Well somebody’s eating well anyway.
“Hello?”, “Hey Stewart…,really, Columbus, Ga? “What’s Tony got in mind?” ….meet at a steakhouse? Where is it?”… “Ok sure…20 minutes. Meet you there.” Well, that's a wasted beer...maybe not...and you put back in the frig. Tony told Stewart to go to www.greatercolumbuga.com and look under restaurants. All Columbus Ga restaurants are listed, he said, with maps.
Columbus Ga Restaurants
They’ve got’em all right here. You've found the map and you’re on your way. As you walk out the door, you stop and look at Brownie and think, confidently, “Steak is what I wanted all along”. Brownie sighs, “Why couldn’t I be Tony’s pet?”
You call your friend and, say, “You want to get something to eat?”. The next question, “Where do you want to go?” is right on the tip of your tongue when you hear him respond, “That’d be great, but…” and then you want to kick yourself. How could you forget he’s been dating this new love for a couple of weeks and he’s probably got kitty litter duty tonight. He continues …”Denise and I are going shopping…” Shopping? Mike you don’t shop, your mind screams at him. “…at Dick’s Sporting Goods for a new kayak. We’re going down the river this weekend. Sorry man. Maybe next time.” What luck…for him.
You hang up the phone and wander to the frig…mmm…nope you still can’t make a meal out of 2 beers…and couple of raw carrots left over from your last dating experience.
Next you call Stewart. He’s never doing anything. “Stewart, are you hungry? Let’s grab some food.” Stewart’s excited, “Great idea! Where do you want to go?” Awwww man, you think. He does that every time. You wonder if a beer and carrot diet might improve your memory some. Neither of you knows what you want so neither can tell the other what they want. So you agree to a buffet, but what kind? “Hey, I know,” says Stewart, “I’ll call Tony and see if he wants to go.” You know Tony doesn’t eat at buffet restaurants, but agree to wait for Stewart to call you back.
Again to the frig. You pop open a beer and take one of the carrots out of the its bag and look at it. You aren’t that hungry yet. Then you look over at “Brownie” your guinea pig. You’re not that hungry…yet either. You wonder if guinea pigs like carrots. Pigs like carrots and some of the food you buy for him is orange so you place it in cage. Brownie sniffs, squeals, and salivates. Well somebody’s eating well anyway.
“Hello?”, “Hey Stewart…,really, Columbus, Ga? “What’s Tony got in mind?” ….meet at a steakhouse? Where is it?”… “Ok sure…20 minutes. Meet you there.” Well, that's a wasted beer...maybe not...and you put back in the frig. Tony told Stewart to go to www.greatercolumbuga.com and look under restaurants. All Columbus Ga restaurants are listed, he said, with maps.
Columbus Ga Restaurants
They’ve got’em all right here. You've found the map and you’re on your way. As you walk out the door, you stop and look at Brownie and think, confidently, “Steak is what I wanted all along”. Brownie sighs, “Why couldn’t I be Tony’s pet?”
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