A dinner conversation
"What’s
for dinner?", Peter inquired as he walked into the kitchen after
his usual workout.
"I
am making Kashmiri Pulav", the missus said with a smile.
Peter
frowned up on the choice of dinner. "Come on! I cannot eat rice for
dinner. You know I am on a strict diet! You are the reason I am
putting on weight", Peter screamed.
The
missus was cool and did not say a word – a weird response given
Peter’s outburst. He was not going to let this one go and he held
his stare.
"Well..",
the missus began – something big was coming down and Peter knew it.
"You
say you are on a diet. You eat egg whites for breakfast, you eat
salads for lunch, you spend hours together figuring out the calories in your choice of alcohol, you avoid
carbs at night, you drink protein shakes instead of snacks, your RedBull or Cola is always sugarfree", she began.
Peter
thought about every single word. She was right and he was sticking to
it.
"But the thing is.. Every morning you go to your favorite Italian coffee shop near your office and are the only person in the world
who will order a skinny Café Mocha"
"Yeah,
so?", Peter was curious. Everything she had said was right but he
had no clue where she was going.
"And
when the barista asks the important question for a Café Mocha..
Cream?" She paused and stared at him.
"What
do you say, sir?", she asked sarcastically with a twinkle of
victory in her eyes.
"Errr..",
Peter now understood where she was coming from.
"Again..
What do you say?", she asked.
"I
say yes", Peter said in a sad tone.
"Really?",
she asked.
"I
say ‘Extra Cream’", Peter surrendered.
"Ha!
I rest my case!", the missus had won – again!
"But,
how do you know that?", Peter asked in a humble tone.
"I
know", the missus smiled enigmatically, "EVERYTHING!"
Amen
to that!
