I consider myself a man… I have the equipment… I have the technique (I can explain if someone needs one)… I have the mindset… I am a man… So, why is it that when a man goes to a restaurant and orders a salad, he gets an odd glance from the waitress?
Any woman can order one, and not a second glance will be offered; however, when a guy orders one, geez, you would think that he is also asking for a nipple ring… Why is this the case?
At lunch the other day, I ordered a salad and received the compulsory “whaaa?” look… I find it very interesting… I have witnessed guys ordering the triple cheeseburger, chili fries, a large shake, and that order will be taken as though it was perfectly normal… I have even seen my all-time favorite; the whole frier chicken dinner, with onion rings and to top it off… The diet drink… You wouldn’t want the extra 450 calories that are found in a regular soft drink to leave you feeling overly full…
The worst part about ordering a salad is that look you get of pity, suggesting that you are forcing yourself to eat this instead of something more appealing on the menu. You are a fat ass that next week will be ordering Hydroxycut while you are staying up late with Taco Bell smeared on your shirt…
I certainly could understand if the offending order came with instructions that included “dressing on the side”… But to dismiss simply because an individual is determined to meet his daily food pyramid requirements is unjust… It is a Jackie Chiles monologue…
I’m all over the place today…
Don’t forget to thank the volunteers.
Rico
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