Many females, when they order in a restaurant, like to order something that is not on the menu or at least they want to change what is on the menu. So I’m guessing here, but it would appear that women don’t really get the concept of what a menu is.
See, a menu is to tell you what the restaurant actually sells to the customer. Men will look at the menu and order something that they see on the menu. When a man goes into a hardware store he doesn’t ask the store clerk to change things for him. He sees what they have and buys it or doesn’t. He doesn’t go to the clerk and ask, “Do you have a saw that could also serve as a sander and can dig holes for you at the same time.”
Men don’t generally do that. First of all we don’t like to ask questions. It makes us look like we don’t know what is going on and we like to always look cool. Oh yeah, we know how to handle any situation. Like when the car breaks down. Even if we’ve never worked on a car or maybe even never got our hands dirty before we’ll still lift the hood and hope that something will magically go right when we do it. Our wife might say it sounds like something is loose. We’ll shake our heads and laugh condescendingly. Then we look under the hood and if our wife isn’t looking we start to pray for help because we have no clue. But we never admit that.
Many women will freely admit when they don’t know how to do something. And with that we men can totally agree. JUST KIDDING!!
That is actually where men will fall into a trap because the women will admit they don’t know how to do something so that they can get the men to do it. They know we are stupid and egotistical enough to try to figure it out or at least hire someone to do the work for us and then take credit for it. Either way the job gets done and then the women can go to lunch with their girlfriends and laugh at their spouses so really it works out well for everyone.
Of course, when they are ordering their lunch they’ll order something that’s not on the menu, which brings us back to the original topic. Here’s a woman ordering:
Woman: I’d like a tossed salad. But could you also put a little ham and turkey on it. Oh, and maybe a little bacon.
Waiter: So it sounds like you want a Cobb salad then.
Woman: Oh no, I just want a small amount of those items. And then can you make a dressing for me that no one ever heard of before and the chef will have to experiment with it 5 times and I probably won’t be happy no matter what it tastes like anyway. Oh, and could you put that in 3 separate cups surrounding my salad and possibly perform a dance while you serve it.
Alright, she won’t actually say those words but that is what it amounts to. And after waiting on the rest of the women at the table with the same kind of orders the waiter will go back into the kitchen and try to jump into a vat of hot grease to put himself out of his misery.
So it’s pretty hard to tell who is more screwed up, men or women. I guess we can call it a draw. (At least until a few men get together over a beer or a cup of coffee. Then this story has an entirely different ending.)
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