Recently I was asked to lunch by someone whom I have met before and talked to socially. However, I don't know him very well and I don't think I even want to. He asked me if I had eaten lunch yet as it was nearing one in the cold Wisconsin afternoon. "No, not yet but I am intending to go after I leave here." I answered him. Then he asked me, " Well, why don't we go together then? Then we could talk a some more." "Okay." I said as I nodded my head in agreement.
He offered to drive so we got into his car and off we went. We talked about just basics, work school, that sort of thing. Not really any interesting our unique conversation. Pretty much, this guy doesn't do anything outside of work and church so he is purpose oriented. I can see that he has a pretty high opinion of himself, it shows in his constant comparing of himself to others. Even though he is in his late forties, you would think he was in his late teens, not because of his looks, the balding pattern and wrinkles give that away but in his constant self assurance that he knows everything. Wow, maybe that is why he doesn't have many friends. Just a guess.
He didn't ask me anything or invite me into the conversation he was having with I presume, himself because no one else was there and he certainly didn't expect me to interlude. He drove to a sub sandwich shop. Fine by me, I don't eat sandwiches very often, I was thinking about all the combinations of choices and the smells and flavors there would be when we entered the restaurant.
Unfortunately, their would be no entering the restaurant. He went straight through the drive through. WHAT??? This completely threw me for a loop. I suddenly lost my bearing, my map of smells of fresh bread, crisp vegetables, and choice meats was no where to be found. That oh so important biological map was in the building where we were not. Who takes a person through a drive through when there is no intention of going anywhere else after the food is attained?
I stumbled over my thoughts and tongue as I tried to order. What would I order now that I don't have my senses to help me decide. No bright colors, no textures, no smells of soft baking bread. Only a sign that I had to look at around an arrogant, portly, middle aged self proclaimed man of great political knowledge. I looked out my side window and there was no cliff to jump from. If I leaped from the vehicle now, I would only hit the ground a few feet below and suffer yet even more humiliation than just being with him. He order his sandwich and turned to look at me and I was like a deer in the head lights. Blank face starring eyes, wondering which way he was going to go and if it would be safe to run. "What do you want?" He asked me as the speaker continued to blare with a static disembodied voice. "Um...(I looked at the numbers on the menu and just picked one that was recognizable)number 7. Since I hadn't been to this chain of restaurant before, I had no idea what anything would be.
"You didn't know what you wanted" He asked me, once again showing what a genius he is. I didn't answer, I was still in shock at the events and trying to get my mind back to the present time continuum. Now that our meal has been flung through a window he drives around to the front of the building, into the parking lot of the sandwich shop and parks his car. I just looked at him wondering what he was going to do next.
And what do you think he did? Why unwrapped his sandwich and began eating of course. He didn't pray and didn't say anything, just began eating. Okay, first of all, eating a sub sandwich in a car is not that easy, especially with another person there because you need to focus on eating, not making a mess, not dropping anything, and he wants to talk. I am a multitask er but I definitely prefer sitting at the table. Not to mention, we are sitting in the parking lot of the place we ordered the food. Why not eat inside? Inside where there are nice clean tables, I can take my heavy marshmallow coat off, smell the freshly bakes bread and eat my sandwich with the enjoyment of all my senses. To be able to eat comfortably. Wow, there is a novel idea. What an idiot! I am glad he involved me on the decision making process of any of this. (I hope you noticed I am being sarcastic here) By the way, did I mention that it was a very gold Wisconsin day? Meaning we also had on heavy jacket and coats, hats and gloves. Not exactly the most comfortable or best choice attire for eating, especially in a car where there is limited movement.
Another date? I would tell him "Fat chance" but this dim light might think that I am calling him fat and saying he has a chance. In fact, there is no chance, at all. If you can't treat a woman with respect and dignity, why oh why would she ever want to be around you? Never, never take a woman through a drive through then eat in the car. NEVER do that!
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