I climbed into the car trying to balance a bag with two burritos and my wallet in one hand, a tray of jojos and cup of ranch in the other. My friend reaching to grab a handful of potato wedges before my ass hit the seat. I sat down, tucked my wallet between my legs, set the bag with the burritos on the floor board and balanced the wedges on my leg.
“I am waiting for ranch…” my friend said, sounding annoyed. “ I am trying to figure out how to make this accessible to both of us without spilling it all over myself,” I answered. “Give me just a minute.” Finally I decided holding the ranch was the best option.
I offered her some ranch and she dipped the potato in. She took about half of the jojo into her mouth then tried to dip it back into the ranch. I pulled the ranch back toward me. “Don’t double dip. Just use the other end of the potato.” “Oh fuck you!” she screamed. Confused that my request elicited such a response I said, “I don’t like that. I just asked you dip the other end in the ranch.”
“Fuck you, I don’t want anymore. I am mad, she said shoving the remainder of the potato in her mouth. “I bought them to share. I just don’t want you to double dip. I don’t like that.” I said growing increasingly confused by her response to the situation. “Your reaction to my asking you not to stick something in your mouth then back in sauce we are sharing is ridiculous. You are being silly.” “I don’t want any of your stupid greasy food. You eat it and get fat,” she announced.
I moved the ranch away from her and put the potatoes in the bag with the burritos. I didn’t say anything else to her on the ride home. I have been dealing with this for about ten months now. It reminded me of every conversation I ever had with my father.
That is a crazy irrational response to request isn’t it?