Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us NEVER.
Never again will I dine out with my cousin Lou and her family. They’re dear people and I love them, but the dinner experience was a grueling two hour ordeal.
The ordering alone took twenty minutes. Cousin Lou had so many questions about the menu, the waitress explained the specials over and over, anxious to get away. Lou negotiated with her two daughters about what they would have, the younger girl, using her pouty face prolonged the process.
Finally the order was placed and the waiting began. You wouldn’t think it would take that long to cook vegan food. I didn’t mind the wait so much or the awkward chit-chat with Arnie, who is quite deaf, but Husband was not keen on eating out with them in the first place. Cousins get on his nerves. He just wanted to get it over with and go home.
It takes Cousin Lou a long time to eat when she’s talking your ear off. Pouty spilled her water everywhere. We were just about done eating when Pouty complained that she hadn’t gotten what she’d ordered. So Cousin ordered her another meal. Arrrrgh! There’s another forty-five minutes, waiting for her to finish up.
Husband had a backache by the end of it all from sitting for two hours in a too small, straight-back chair. He said, after the ordeal, “Never again” and I concur.