|Just eat your meal even though it tastes like a bowl of Band-Aids|
"Please don't. It can't be that bad." He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"It's terrible!" I took another bite. After one chew, I spit it out into my napkin half because I'm dramatic and half because it really did taste like dog food. "Oh god, this is disgusting. That's it, I'm sending it back. Where's our waitress?" I craned my neck looking around the room for her.
"Well, I can't be here for this. I'm going outside when she comes over." He picked up his napkin from his lap, wiped his mouth and placed it on the table but he might as well have thrown in the towel for our entire date.
"You don't have to leave! It's not that big of a deal. I'm sure people send food back all the time." I can't believe he was getting so worked up about this! His face tightened. He looked like I was forcing him to participate in a bank robbery. Buddy, I'm not making you wax a sensitive area on your body; I'm just trying to enjoy my meal. Chill.
"No, really. I can't stand watching people send their food back. She's totally gonna hate us now. Great."
"A) She's not going to hate us. B) This food is terrible and I don't want to eat it. C) The customer is always right. Seriously, stay put." I caught the waitress' eye. She walked over quickly.
"Everything okay?" She looked concerned.
I explained that I wanted to return my dinner because the food was inedible. He winced when I said the word "inedible." After she took my plate away, I said to him, "There, was that so bad?"
He didn't say anything. He just glared at me. So, yeah, I feel I bummed him out when I sent my dinner back.