Well, then it wouldn’t be a problem that there is no spoon, would it?
What if I want Ethiopian food?
I wouldn’t need any utensils at all, then; would I?
Can we get sushi instead?
Aren’t you on your own with that request?
Have I not made it clear about my aversion to most fish, but especially if it’s uncooked?
How long until a pedant arrives to argue the differences between sushi and sashimi and tells us it isn’t all raw fish?
Will we pretend to care?
Isn’t that highly probable?
And won’t I most likely just ignore them, as my personal tolerance for contrarians and attention seekers is steadily dwindling?
Is there a team I can join?
What would it be called, if there were such a team?
Perhaps the League of Online Indifference?
How About ‘Team No Fucks Given?’
Can someone make us t-shirts?
Is anyone else having a terrible day?
Who will join me in some palliative care?
Haven’t far too many of my days been lacking lately, if not out-right terrible?
Are we splitting the check?
Isn’t that the wisest course of action?
Who ordered the lobster?
If I find my way to San Jose, will I discover I left my heart in San Francisco?
Can anyone other than Shirley Maclaine know how many parts they’ve played in the past?
Am I Shirley Maclaine?
Isn’t that Mr. Peterson at the next table? Maybe the lobster was meant for him?
Wouldn’t it be more fun to sneak out the back door and stick Mr. Peterson with the check?
Is he being shell-fish?
How about just the tip?
If you have to ask, doesn’t that make you Unshirley MacLaine?
Is there not a special circle in hell for me for making that joke?
Ah, but I was asking you, wasn’t I?
Isn’t it for me to know and you to find out?