The second-most terrible-ist thing in the world
Today on my drive home, my mom told me over the phone that she was thinking about making something simple for dinner, like grilled cheese. I like grilled cheese and I haven't had it for a long time, so I said ok.
When I got home, I walked in on my mom breaking down in the kitchen. She had just finished making a grilled cheese sandwich and she was yelling at my dad to come in from the family room and eat it. He was taking his time. This made my mom furious, and she exploded.
She yelled that she hates making grilled cheese. That it's the second-most thing she hates to do in the world (I think she mentioned the first, but I don't remember). Then she yelled at my dad for not making the grilled cheese himself since, apparently, he said he was going to make it hours ago. This all took my dad off guard, since no sane person goes off about grilled cheese, and my dad really didn't do anything to instigate the situation. So he got up and made himself his own grilled cheese.
I walked into the kitchen and my mom calmly offered me the grilled cheese that she had originally made for my dad.
I ate it.
I'm never going to ask my mom for a grilled cheese sandwich ever again.
When I got home, I walked in on my mom breaking down in the kitchen. She had just finished making a grilled cheese sandwich and she was yelling at my dad to come in from the family room and eat it. He was taking his time. This made my mom furious, and she exploded.
She yelled that she hates making grilled cheese. That it's the second-most thing she hates to do in the world (I think she mentioned the first, but I don't remember). Then she yelled at my dad for not making the grilled cheese himself since, apparently, he said he was going to make it hours ago. This all took my dad off guard, since no sane person goes off about grilled cheese, and my dad really didn't do anything to instigate the situation. So he got up and made himself his own grilled cheese.
I walked into the kitchen and my mom calmly offered me the grilled cheese that she had originally made for my dad.
I ate it.
I'm never going to ask my mom for a grilled cheese sandwich ever again.