“Want to go out to brunch?” she asks me as I sip my early morning tea, dreading the idea of cooking yet again.
“Sure!” I am all for it! It was like she read my mind.
“But I don’t like breakfast food.” Um…whaaaaa?
“Then why did you suggest brunch? And this early?”
I have to just sit and think. This makes no sense to me. She breaks the silence first.
“How about a coffee shop instead?”
As I weigh the option of making breakfast and then meeting her, verse paying a ridiculous amount for a breakfast sandwich that’s been sitting out all morning, she breaks my train of thought.
“But I don’t drink coffee.”
“Then why…never mind.”
“I like hot chocolate. Do coffee shops have hot chocolate?”
“Probably,” I respond.
This conversation is hurting my brain.
Based on a true story.