Where's the Beef?
In lieu of an actual date (in which we must pay a babysitter $12/hour), Steve and I stayed in on Tuesday, ordered Indian food after the kids were in bed, and watched American Idol (Sanjaya, seriously, it's time to go home).
Steve perused the menu, giving it only half his attention.
"I want that spicy stuff I had last time. What's it called? Vindaloo?"
He paused and looked again at the menu.
"Here's lamb vindaloo...and chicken vindaloo. Where's the beef?"
I looked at him.
"Oh, " he said. "It's Indian food."
Right. Made by Indians from India who might take exception to food prepared with an animal they consider holy.
He ordered the lamb.
6 comments:
I'm glad I'm not the only one that a) is an American Idol fan and b) thinks Sanjya should pack for home!
Honestly, what's up with that? Mike says you should never underestimate 12 and 13 year-old girls with cell phones . . . but my hunch is that there's another "vote for the worst" ploy going on this year.
Remember the Chicken Little guy from last year that lingered?
hey, that's my catch phrase!
Bwahahah.
Sonny, you are correct. Votefortheworst.com actually :-)
I think I met the "Where's the Beef" lady. All I remember is that she had a waddle neck.
Sanjaya is good for one thing - hair do's and don'ts. (My personal favorite was the "Paula" hairdo that Simon commented on.)
don't dis Sanjaya - he's the pride of seattle right now!
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