So I order turkey & ham with white cheese, light mayo, lettuce, tomato, black olives, onions, and "oh, by the way, could you put some baby spinach on there, too?" Okay, Tony's rolling his eyes around in their orbits and sighing and pushing me towards the checkout cuz there's people in line waiting behind us. We get our drinks and go find a spot to sit down.
"That is the dumbest thing I've ever seen," he says under his breath. "what?" (what have I done now?) "Whoever heard of putting spinach on a sandwich? And what did you get light mayo for? I hate that stuff!"
"Hey, spinach is good for you - gives you some extra vitamins, it's like lettuce and you won't even know it's on there. You like spinach in your salad. And I like light mayo and thought that'd be alright with you, too. Besides that, you told me to pick out what to put on our sandwich."
"But I don't like spinach on my sandwich, for Pete's sake. I usually get oil and vinegar or something on mine, and I like bell peppers and jalapenos, too."
I reach over and start pulling the spinach off his sandwich (reminds me of when I used to do that for my kids - but we all know men are just little boys in bigger bodies, don't we???) "Go up there and ask for some peppers then!" "No, I'm not doing that." "Okay, then eat your sandwich and next time, order your own like I already told you whalago."
Ya can't win in a situation like that. He's always done that on paint, furniture, clothes, you name it. If you're not going to like the results DO IT YOURSELF! If you tell me to do it myself, or pick it out myself, then keep your pie-hole shut!
Love that man. Don't tell him I posted this picture...