Julie rushed in to her favorite café.
“Late again?” Her best friend Becky interjected as she sat at the table across from her. “I planned on it. You’re having Tuna on Rye with the Minestrone soup.”
"Minestrone soup? It can’t be Wednesday already!”
“No Jules, it’s Tuesday,” Becky replied dryly. This was clearly another subtle attack on her ‘too rigid routine,’ one of their many over-discussed topics. After years of trying to fix her with persuasion she now resorted to flat out defiance. At least Julie felt it was unlikely she could forget which meal she took on Tuesdays after 3 years of eating lunch together.
"Well, I suppose I’ll have to take Tuesday’s lunch tomorrow. Maybe this way the waiter will actually get me my food before I have to request a "to go" box.
She probably shouldn’t have complained about the speed of staff because she wasn’t all the way through her complaint when a waiter showed up with food.
“You know," Becky began, "if your boss keeps you at the office till 12:10, he shouldn’t expect you back until 1:10. Maybe you should talk to him about that. I really miss the days when we could relax and enjoy our lunch break. Hey! Speaking of Minestrone day, tonight is your big date!” she quickly brought up, knowing it was a topic she didn’t want to leave undiscussed.
“No, I'm pretty sure my last date was my biggest date: 300 pounds big. Photoshop is definitely the cupid of internet romance,” she replied.
“And you probably didn’t list ‘bitterly pessimistic’ under your profile, so he wasn’t the only one stretching the truth.”
"Shrinking the truth," Julie interjected.
“Come on!" Becky censured, "That date was over a year ago. And you're going to love Ricky.”
“I am not going tonight, Becky. I don’t feel up to another blind date. You know I never said I would go.”