Another reason to get married: Free extra shrimp
Yesterday my family went out to dinner for my sister’s birthday. We picked one of our favorite spots, Bonefish Grill (home of the bang bang shrimp!) L and I got shrimp and scallops and some stuffed tuna or something (like Oprah would say, AH-mazing). L noticed that they may have been a little undercooked but I said they were OK and Continued eating. But after she said something, I thought maybe she was right.
Towards the end of dinner, the manager came by and asked if we enjoyed our meals and if everything was alright.
“Everything was gr…”
“Actually, I don’t think the shrimp were fully cooked,” L leaned across me and declared. She was probably right in saying something (as always) but I was just going to let it slide. Because I was OK with the shrimp that I had eaten. Obviously it wasn’t about me though.
“We don’t need another food poisoning night,” she said. I kind-of liked the back rubs from the last episode though!
The manager came back with a fresh plate of well cooked shrimp.
“Now, you can enjoy your shrimp“, she said.
I realized it wasn’t about Me, it was about me.