Adam and I went out to eat yesterday.
Unfortunately, I can’t say I enjoyed myself. Can’t say that we had a pleasant conversation. Can’t say that I was happy with our service. Can’t say that Adam didn’t talk over my head with his theological mumbo jumbo. Can’t say my chair was comfortable. Can’t say that my pop tasted right. Can’t say that my french dip sandwich wasn’t riddled with maggots. Can’t say that I’ve ever enjoyed the company of human beings. Can’t say I didn’t go home and punch a hole in my wall out of utter disgust. Can’t say that I’m an enjoyable person with a winning attitude.
Those small quibbles aside, it was fine.
The question beckons: Is there anything you CAN say?
I see you went to Don Pablos.
Very nice, Kevin.
I really didn’t enjoy my sandwich. It fell apart too much. Kinda like me and Peter’s friendship.