"It was painful; I'd rather have a root canal." He moaned as he sat down in the chair, exhausted from what apparently was a grueling corporate dinner, which he doesn't often attend.
"It was that bad?" she asked, laughing aloud as she watched the pained expressions come and go across his face. "What made it so bad?"
With a deep sign of exhaustion, "I was the only man at a table of women, few near my age; to make it worse, most of the night was spent listening to drinking war stories from a couple of the women--and they weren't funny at all. One woman was from the west coast with these huge sunglasses on like she was trying to look like a celebrity. She was so loud. We could have easily left an hour before we did. I felt bad for the servers."
"I'm sorry babe; however, it can be typical of corporate dinners What did you do the whole time?"
Now his expressions became noticeably more animated. "I can't believe what they charge for a chicken sandwich and a side of fruit! I got one strawberry, one blueberry, three pieces of pineapple and a couple grapes. It was horrible. This is why I don't eat out! What a ripoff! I spent most of the night listening to loud women tell their vain stories. At some point, I thought, 'How could I get out of this? Could I fake a heart attack?'"
She laughed and gave him a hug with a rueful smile. "Welcome to the wonderful world of corporate dinners."
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