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<< woot! >> My husband and I both have a problem...we spend way too much money on things we really could do without. The difference between him and me is that he purchases outrageously expensive items, usually for himself...or gets suckered into buying expensive gifts for me (i.e. anniversary, Mother's Day Christmas, and b.d.) by commission driven sales people because he doesn't want to appear cheap. It's not my opinion he's concerned about mind you, it's theirs. My husband spends money because he thinks people will think more highly of him if he wears Armani, Dolce & Gabbana and Hugo Boss. I could care less about wearing brand names. Basically you spend an outrageous amount of money to become a walking advert, only they don't pay you to advertise, you pay them. How is that we could be that stupid???? Then I remembered that the steakhouse serves a most delicious chocolate caked that they bake to order in the oven and serve a la mode. It's out of this world. So I suggested we go there but only for desert and coffee. "NO way," my husband insisted. "Definitely not spending that kind of money." The truth is I didn't trust him not to spend "that kind of money" because we'd gone to this steakhouse before and he'd gone crazy ordering this and that, and a little more of this and by the time the bill came, you guessed it a whopping two hundred dollar bill we really couldn't afford. I know why my husband does it. He doesn't want the owners to think he's cheap. He really cares about what they think. They're Greek, like my husband, and Greeks talk shit about each other so I can understand his concern but I could give a shit what they think. That in mind, I made my husband PROMISE we were only going to order a couple of appetizers and desert. But when we got there he announced that he was going to order a steak! Waiter came to take our order and my husband ordered two appetizers, a salad, and a Prime Rib Steak for two and a side order of spinach which he hadn't realized didn't come with the meal, so we would have to pay extra for the damn spinach. And of course it was my b.d. so we had to have a drink. After the waiter left the table with our order I shot him a look. "What!" "What do you mean WHAT, I thought we agreed." "Don't start now." "I told you that if you were going to order steak I would share it with you, I didn't mean for you to order one for two people, and furthermore I thought we were just going to order to apps." "Just relax and enjoy the food," my husband snapped. Just then the baby grabbed a fork from the table and threw it down on the floor, obviously in an attempt to get us to stop fighting. So I forced myself to let it go. It was afterall my birthday and the baby was behaving himself so well at the table. I recently purchased a take along booster seat by First Years and he was sitting at the table like a big boy playing with the toys I'd brought along. Well...the steak was not really to my husband's liking. They had undercooked it. After that his whole mood changed. I had this feeling he'd begun calculating the cost of all the food in his head and was feeling really bad about how much we'd spent so I told him I'd skip the chocolate cake that I'd had my heart set on. "No," he said. "Get the cake." (The cake costs ten dollars). "But it's going to be so much money." "We came here so you could get the cake, so get the cake." So I got the cake, and it was fucking great, but the bill was $159, with tips almost two hundred bucks. And as we were walking away do you know what he had the nerve to say to me, that it was my fault for not insisting we just stay home!
DunnRight - 2008-06-30 02:08:51 |
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