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My excessive energy, extreme narcissism, and intense love of neon-colored spandex is both managed and fueled by my addiction to fitness. I push myself to extremes and I push other people's buttons. Obviously I needed my own blog.

Monday, August 11, 2014

What's Mine is Mine

If I were out to dinner and I ordered a delicious bowl of pasta and my dining companions ordered measly salads, the waitstaff would never bring extra forks for them to enjoy my dish simply because they ordered poorly.

Why is it then that when my dining companions order only coffee and I order a delicious piece of cake, the waitstaff always brings extra utensils for sharing? I didn't order 1/2, 1/3, or 1/6 of a dessert. I ordered the whole damn dessert.

And that's why I've started picking up the extra utensils and handing them back

1 comment:

  1. I was at dinner with my two work teammates on Wednesday at the Pass & Provisions in Houston and they tried to share my boss's Caesar salad with the table. I was floored.


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