I cracked the code!!! Or so I thought.... This isn't a Friday Funny - it's a true story!
An Orger posted something on Facebook earlier this week about a guy cracking the code. You know what the code is, right? Yeah, neither does any guy! Except........
....this guy had the same problem EVERY man has. You KNOW what it is. We do it EVERY DAY. It's something men and women GOT to have. Of course I am talking about the eternal question:
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO FOR DINNER?
Ha! You thought this was about sex, didn't you? Yes, I know the Org. But no!
As all men know, the "Where do you want to go for dinner?" question is never EVER answered. The conversation - which each man has had at least 1,000,000,000 times, goes something like this:
MAN: Where would you like to go for dinner?
WOMAN: I don't care.
MAN: Great! We'll go to Rudy's Barbecue.
WOMAN: No, I don't want that.
MAN: Oh, OK. Then we'll go to Triple 8 Chinese.
WOMAN: No, I don't want that either.
MAN: Hmmmm. Well then, we'll go to Angelo's Pizza and Pasta.
WOMAN: No.
MAN: Then where DO you want to go?
WOMAN: I don't care.
MAN: Shoot me.
Every single heterosexual male on the face of the Earth has had this conversation, and we all assume that we are doomed to have it again and again and again and again, for the rest of our lives.
Until now! A guy cracked the code! Here it is!
MAN: It's time for dinner! I've got the place all picked out! But you have to guess where we're going. Where do you think we're going?
WOMAN: Angelo's Pizza and Pasta?
MAN: You're right! Let's go!
See the beauty of it? No matter what the woman guesses, that's where you go! Because this way, you get her to name her real first choice. Genius!
Exept my favorite mother-in-law is not falling for that banana in that tail pipe.
Yesterday she told us she wanted Mexican food for dinner. Aha! My first chance to use this one weird trick to solve the dinner conundrum! And this was PERFECT, because I don't like her favorite Mexican restaurant (Molina's) and she doesn't like my favorite restaurant (Guadalajara's). This should be easy! But here is how it went:
ME: Happy Hour is over and it's time for that Mexican food you want! I've picked out a great restaurant. Guess where we're going!
FAVORITE MOTHER-IN-LAW: We aren't going to Molina's.
ME: Nope! But guess where we ARE going!
FAVORITE MOTHER-IN-LAW: We aren't going to Guadalajara's.
ME: No, but guess! Guess where we're actually going!
FAVORITE MOTHER-IN-LAW: I don't care.
ME: No, really. Guess, you're going to love it!
FAVORITE MOTHER-IN-LAW: I don't care.
ME: Why won't you guess?!?!?!?!
FAVORITE MOTHER-IN-LAW: I don't care.
ME: Shoot me.
The story does have a happy ending, though. We went to Guadalajara's. |