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Originally Posted by (Zach)
Worst was about 4 years ago here in Springfield. Met this girl passing between classes...we ran into eachother a lot, she seemed nice enough and was cute. So I asked her to dinner.
Yuck.
First of all she wouldn't stop complaining. Its not like she was complaining about anything important...little tiny things like why a seat was in a place and that the salt and pepper shakers were way to big and the lighting of the place blah be blah be blah. It wouldn't stop.
Then the conversation...
Turns out she wanted to be a mortician. Not really my bag but thats no big deal everyone has their own stuff that interests them. It wasn't a big deal until she was explaining it in very detailed and graphic terms. Some of the processes and things that happen during embalming and things like that. This is while we were eating...blech.
Then the food...
She ordered a salad. One of those big salads that has a million things in it. She decided she didn't like the little tiny purple things that taste like absolutely nothing. She had to isolate and remove every single one until she started eating it. This elongated our eating time by literally 30 mins. It already seemed long enough just hearing her talk this made it a million times worse...complaining...dead people...salads...
Total nightmare. She asked if I wanted to go back to her and catch a movie...ehhh I have early class sorry.
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There's a plethora of tossed salad jokes in here. Thankfully, I will not be making any of them.