The dear SO and I went on a little jaunt this past weekend. We rarely have real fights. It’s mostly harsh ribbing of one another and we both take it very well. We are both very gregarious and not shy in social situations. I am not Miss Manners and I’m sure I screw up a lot, too.
Background that might assist: I am a great deal younger than SO–he’s almost twice my age and he has a penchant for Tommy Bahama shirts which if you’re not familiar with them, they are father flowery flamboyant aloha shirts. He was wearing one of these on these two different occasions on the way back. These are not particularly common where we were and he stuck out like a sore thumb which does not bother me butmade him all the more, um, noticeable as not from around there.
So, incident one happened in a rather small town between the Texas and Louisiana border. It was close to a gorgeous lake and we were going to stay at a cabin there that night. There wasn’t much to choose from for dinner and it was lateish–around 8:30. We decided to eat a local diner that was smoke filled and had a bare minimun of food choices. But hey what the heck I sat down and we were informed that they had a back up and it would be a 1 hour wait for food. We decided to try somewhere else and a large local family told us to follow them to the only other place in town to eat (other than DQ). It was a long trip through the piney woods and we finally get to a small cafe in the middle of nowhere.
There were only a few items on this menu too. But when it came time to order, SO had to ask the waitress to pick the best entree. She did, but then he said he didn’t want any of the crawfish boil because we had just had too much seafood as we had eaten at Commander’s Palace in New Orleans the night before (Commander’s Palace is high dollar and well known). When he FINALLY picked something, he asked them to change it a bit and then requested that his onion rings only be lightly done… I suppose this is fine when you’re doing a bit of fine dining, but we were lucky to be getting food.
I come from a small town and I know that picky assholes like this are likely to get a little something special put in their order. I told him he was being rude and did it in front of the waitress. This apparently makes me an evil bitch queen. So we had fight number one.
Next up, a stop on I20 in East Texas for some barbeque. It’s Sunday afternoon and it’s a form a line and order type place. There were a couple of cowboys in front of us who weren’t precisely formed in line but were drifted off a bit towards the big menu on the wall. They were about two feet to the side of the next folks in line in front of them. SO runs in front of the cowboys, asked them if they were in line. The cowboys just stare at him. I hadn’t even decided what to eat yet so I sure as heck could have waited a minute so I grab SO and say “you must be starving but hold on a sec and let these guys go first.” He stormed out, told me I shouldn’t criticize him in public and told me we were leaving.
I just ordered food for two to go after the cowboys ordered and came to the car thinking he had calmed down. No such luck. He asked if one of the sandwiches was for him–I told him yes and he threw it and his drink out the window. He NEVER does stuff like this–it’s so out of character. We drive home for another 2 1/2 hours not saying a word to each other.
So was I wrong? I know there are probably better ways to handle it, but 1) I didn’t want to risk that special something in my food at the 1st place and didn’t want the East TX cowboys to kick his ass.