Last time Cari and I were in NC we stopped at this little restaurant for dinner. I ordered a tea with my dinner and the guy at the counter mentioned that it was un-sweetened. I gave him a look that said, "dude. you are a restaurant in the South and you don't have SWEET tea? wth!". He picked up a container of sugar packets and told me I could sweeten it. I immediately brushed off his answer and ordered something else to drink. I understand that there is not much difference between the restaurant putting sugar in a pitcher of tea or me putting sugar in my glass. The tea will basically end up being the same. But for me it was a big difference. The difference is that I don't want to make my own tea.
A few nights ago my daughter was setting the table for dinner. I was already sitting at the table and I watched her place a plate in front of each chair. When she set one of the blue plastic plates in front of me I asked her to take it back. She looked at me like I was a little crazy and I told her the plate was unacceptable. Cari spoke up before I could finish and asked her to get me a glass plate.
"Picky, picky", my daughter said as she walked back to the cabinet. It looks like she is starting to figure me out.
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