The proverbial "we" decided to invade a local chain one lunch. As chains go,
it wasn't bad and provided a haven of "safe" foods for everyone to munch
upon while we all socialized.

Then the female equivalent of Badluck Schleprock that can-and-does find
everything wrong with Real Life® rose with a great flourish and protest, "I
cannot believe what I'm hearing. This is a 'chain' and not a very good one.
My food was barely edible and my coke watered down to a bare fizzle. You
should have chosen better. I was forced to come here."

Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't impressed with the place either but I
don't remember a gun or other such instrument being held to her back as she
was brought in.

As providence would have it, the person that suggested the restaurant
pointed this out to her. She then asked Schleprock to wait out in the car
like an errant child so there wouldn't be any further incidents.

Why would anyone go out to lunch to a restaurant they hated simply to make a
scene like that? If I don't wish to go to a chosen restaurant, I beg off.
It's that simple.

"We're headed out to Applebee's. Wanna join us?"
"No thank you. Not this time."

It boggles me that someone would do what she did. (Although, I did thank
her; she provided more material to write about.)

The Ranger