My husband buys all sorts of things when his depression is acting up. I never know what I’ll come home to. At least he only bought a car that way once. Or maybe twice.
I thought I had a great deal on a hotel in Vegas. We didn’t find out about the resort fee, which was considerably more than the room rate, until checkout. I believe that’s been cracked down on and they have to show the total online now.
I actively prefer regular food, thanks. I’m vegetarian, and certain restaurants seem to think vegetarian food is flavorless unless they dump a kitchen sink’s worth of seasonings into it and call it gourmet. Usually, those are the same restaurants that think a portion smaller than their kids’ meals is the right size for a vegetarian adult. I have been served $25 dollar entrees with under 200 calories and so much seasoning they were all but inedible. I would rather be given a baked potato with cheese and broccoli. It would be both tastier and more filling.
A friend posted a picture of a house where all the halloween skeletons are dressed like Santa or the Grinch. They have a few Christmas blow ups as well.
And then there’s the fact that while I cannot eat a meat dish without being ill (your body stops producing the right enzymes, as I found out the hard way), you are perfectly capable of eating and even enjoying a good vegetarian entree.
I’ve been vegetarian for decades. I assure you, you don’t want a vegetarian to cook a meat dish for you. We mostly don’t know how, and certainly aren’t going to be tasting it to make sure it’s right. While my husband will eat meat dishes if I prepare them for him, he will stop me and take over if he catches me in the act. He greatly prefers his own cooking.
My husband buys all sorts of things when his depression is acting up. I never know what I’ll come home to. At least he only bought a car that way once. Or maybe twice.