The Menu

He handed her a menu, which annoyed her. How dare he take charge and decide when she should have something or not! She snapped open the trifold laminated lunch menu. “What are you thinking of getting?” she asked him.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe just a soup and salad. Depends on the soup, I guess. Although the pesto cavatappi looks nice.”

She frowned and gave him the evil eye. How dare he mention only the things she should be ordering! Was he saying she was fat or something?

“And you?” he asked.

“Bacon. I feel like getting bacon. Club sandwich.”

The waitress came up with two glasses of ice water, exchanged a few pleasantries and asked if they were ready to order.

“I’ll have a club sandwich,” he said.

She glared at him. “Pesto cavatappi,” she said.

Her mouth opened as he took the menu from her, stacked it with his own, and handed them back to the waitress. Oh he made her so mad!