CIJS: When I offer to spring for a meal and ask where you'd like to go, name someplace. This 'Oh, it doesn't matter' or 'You're offering to pay, you decide' nonsense is tiresome. I wind up picking the place, and then you bitch about the menu. You're a good friend and a generally fine person, but this quirk of yours is becoming a significant irritant to me. Even my wife has commented on it, and Ellen is the most awesomely forgiving person I know. Come on.
Boru
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson