Story Sent in by Jason:
At dinner, my date Betty chewed on her fork. A lot. Even (and especially) if nothing was on it. Between bites, between words, between breaths, Betty chomped down on her fork. Chomp chomp chomp.
I found it so irritating that I asked her if she would mind stopping. She put her fork down without a word.
Less than 30 seconds later, she picked up her spoon and clanked her teeth on that. Again I asked her to stop, and I followed it up with, "Are you nervous?"
She said, "No. Just a habit."
Then she picked up her butter knife and clattered her teeth upon it.
"Can you stop?" I asked.
"No!" she said in a raised voice, "No, I can't! I've already given you my fork and my spoon. You will not take my knife away from me!"
I hastily requested the check from the waiter. Betty offered to pay her share and I took her up on it. It's not like I was ever going to see her again.
Good thing you didn't keep that relationship going. Otherwise you would have had to meet her father.
ReplyDeleteMaybe she should meet up with the leather chewing girl.
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