The Scientist and I went out to dinner last Friday night. It was the day after I’d taped my radio interview and I was feeling wiped out, so we decided to treat ourselves.
During the course of dinner, the waitress made many visits to our table, asking the questions that waitresses do.
How are you tonight?
Would you like me to bring any ketchup or hot sauce?
Is there anything else I can get you?
Would you like more water?
Do you want to see the dessert menu?
To every one of those questions (and perhaps others I don’t remember) I replied, “I’m good.”
“I’m good” made sense the first time and is an okay answer for the others, assuming I didn’t actually want more water or a dessert or need anything else. Except that I did want more water. I was just too tired to override the default script…
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