. . . and this is why I drink:
RIC: I know that you are still hurting and can’t cook. I will pick up dinner, tonight.
ME: Sounds good.
RIC: What do you want?
ME: I am good with whatever you’d like.
RIC: I will get what YOU want. I am here to take care of YOU.
ME: Anything I want?
RIC: Yes.
ME: How about barbecue?
RIC: Ummm . . . too far away
ME: Scholtzsky’s?
RIC: They stopped serving the sandwich I like.
ME: Chinese?
RIC: I’m not in the mood.
ME: Fish & Chips?
RIC: Fried food doesn’t travel well.
ME: Hamburgers?
RIC: Too heavy.
ME: Do you want me to make spaghetti?
RIC: I don’t want you to go to any trouble. I know you are still hurting.
ME: I will manage.
RIC: That would be great.
ME: Open the wine.