Ya know what irks me?
When people ask if they can taste something that I’m eating.
Like:
A spoonful of my dessert...
A taste of my pasta...
A piece of my meat.
A slurp of my ice cream cone.
I don’t know about you...
I don’t know about you...
But when I order something...
I don't feel the need to share...
I want it all.
I want it all.
But then...
When my food is on my plate or in my hand...
Before I can even savor the experience...
When my food is on my plate or in my hand...
Before I can even savor the experience...
Whoever I'm with...
Stares at my food...
Like a vampire salivating over a bulging jugular...
And then comes the inevitable plea...
“Can I have a taste of that?”
No!
I want to say...
But civility makes me say, “Sure.”
“Do you want to taste mine?” they ask.
No thanks!
I want to say.
Especially since you've been digging in it with your spitty fork!
Or slurping your tongue all over the ice-cream cone!
But civility makes me once again say, “Sure.”
But civility makes me once again say, “Sure.”
So?
How civil are you...
When people ask you for a bite of your food?
(And often it's a very big bite or slurp!)
Always,
Em-Musing