|The treacherous route to the gas station|
So, she met me there and we sat in a parking lot to discuss where we wanted to eat. We came up with the plan to go to Firehouse Subs to get a sandwich for me and then go to McAlister's, where I would eat my sub with her. So we headed to Firehouse...
|"Dropped Pin" = dead car|
Anyway, we finally made it to Firehouse, and then we went to McAlister's. Just our luck, they didn't have the soup she gets there. So, then we awkwardly sat in McAlister's, neither of us eating food from there, and discussed where she wanted to eat. We (yes, we - I had to help her decide) decided upon On the Border.
We arrived at OTB moments later, and I tried to sneakily bring in my Firehouse meal. When we were seated at our awkward two-person booth, I attempted to hide my outside food by keeping my sub next to me and putting my drink behind one of those standing folded menu things. That failed miserably.
Our waiter brought us chips and salsa, and when he placed the chips on the dinky table, the menu started falling over. He took it off the table to create more room, also awkwardly revealing my soda from Firehouse Subs.
When he took our order, I shamefully had to explain I wouldn't be ordering anything. The following was our (awkward) conversation:
Waiter: And for you, Miss?
Me: Oh, I'm not going to get anything, thanks.
Waiter: *indicating toward my not-so-hidden Firehouse food* Yeah, I can see that...
Me: Yeah...I don't do well with Mexican food... (total lie, but I needed an excuse)
|Awkwardly eating Firehouse in a Mexican restaurant|
We were seated at Applebee's and looked at the dessert menu. We quickly realized we needed a plan to leave, for they did not have what we wanted. We came up with the idea to pretend we were supposed to meet people there but were at the wrong Applebee's. So, that was our excuse when the waitress came, and then we got out of there as fast as we could.
Next we headed to Monical's. We had obtained some wisdom, though, and asked to see the menu first. They didn't have it either. We sat in the Monical's waiting area and checked the Texas Roadhouse menu online.
They had a brownie sundae.
After awkwardly leaving Monical's without a word, we went to Texas Roadhouse. And we finally got our "big ol' brownie."
It was an adventurous day with a lot of traveling and awkward encounters, but in the end, we got our brownie sundae.
I guess you could say there's a moral to this story: no matter what life throws at you, your brownie sundae will always be waiting for you at the end of the journey.
Also, people need to be more accepting of others. We were totally being judged everywhere we went. So, no more judging people on the search for their brownie sundae.