“How would you like your steak?” asked the waitress.
I wasn’t paying too much attention to her. Or anything. It had been a hard day.
So, my boyfriend said “He’d like his steak fabulous.”
Fabulous?
How do you make a steak fabulous?
The waitress brought out a blindfold, and she bound it around my head.
Then, I heard a plate set down on the table. The clink of a fork and knife.
And the steak smelled… incredible.
“I said fabulous, not incredible!” my boyfriend snapped. “Take it back!”
“Incredible’s fine,” I said, taking off the blindfold.
The plate was empty.